Talking to a giant floating torso of what looked like black bones, black spikes and claws, black wings, and a dangling spinal cord, was terrifying in ...nd of itself. But, it wasn’t that he was talking to some sort of death-monster incarnate that was weird, it was the words Athalia was using. She was trying to manipulate the conversation, lead him into a corner maybe, get him to trip over words.He’d be fine with that, and fully capable of dancing around that sort of conversation, playing the game. The double doors to her sunny garden are wide open, so I sit down outside, which is a few steps down from her main room. While she is in the kitchen to fetch us fresh mugs of milk-coffee, I roll a reefer to set her mind further free, into the rich realm of life full of lust as a sex slave for a few weeks. Susanne seems at peace with her new submissive role, although she still hardly knows, what it might imply for her, sexually spoken. It will last at least till we finish her thesis to major in. I took out a pin and poked tiny holes through it. I was going to ruin his life just like he ruined mine! He was going to know what it was like for me, all the fucking sacrifices I made for this burden I called my son. I was just about to put the tainted condom back under his mattress when Jimmy walked in. He was shocked, screaming at me to explain myself. Well, I just told him the fucking truth. I yelled at him that he was a mistake and that I regretted the day he was born. He was furious!. I was on the edge of a strong orgasm but her tightness prevented me from thrusting. She held me at the point of insanity until I heard her utter faintly with her head rolled back, "Is this how it feels too... Uhnnnnnn fuuuuuk! Fuck Fuck Orrrrrrrrrrg. Oh shit ooohh is it?" she gasped while she pumped my thick shaft. "Yes dear, this is how it feels to o... or... orrr or,orgasmmm uhnnnnn Fuck! Yesss! Honey fuck my dick,” I pleaded. Her vagina was well lubed and she was riding my cock with.