She’d taken my wig off and put it in a tin like a cake tin and then sat as I undressed down to my knickers.“Who do you get to kill?”“A politic...an. She’s a closet gay and I meet her in a bar then lead her down a side alley and bump her off.”“You get to murder a politician? God, I wish I could.”“I also kill two lawyers and an airline pilot.”“Everyone should have a hobby. Talking of which.” She stood up and placed her hand flat on my breast. “Am I coming to yours tonight?”“Can you stay over?”“I. ” She grabbed Karen’s right arm and lifted it into a shackle hanging down from a massive cross beam. She then connected Karen’s left hand and then her feet to some shackles connected to chains lying on the ground.Traci continued explaining. “When I found the dungeon, I started checking things out and was able to get most of the equipment to operate.” As she was saying this she was pulling on a rope that was causing the chains to pull Karen into an X shape. She was lifted up so she was. I said: YEAH. It’s what I do.She said: FOR A LIVING?I said: Nah, FOR FUN.She liked dat Response she told me lata after I had helped her find, locate and BRANG Back an ANCIENT PUSSY ARTIFACT dat Explained how Wommins Came To EARTH Before MEN!!So like I was saying.CRAYOLA BLUE (yep, thats her name cuz she liked wearing BLUE and her Mama useta work in a Crayola Factory) — had got in touch wit me thru a Nigga of a Nigga of a Nigga of ANUTHA Nigga dat I knew — and asked if I would help her with this. Trailing your fingers down between my breasts the knuckle of your thumb brushes over my soft skin of my tits. Down and across my waist and over my hips your hand goes. Your hand sweeps across my curvy figure. With ease my cotton summer skirt is pulled down, leaving me in only my drenched panties. My thoughts of them coming off next are wrong. You raise your head again, so your smiling eyes meet mine. Your hips push forward and the heat of your hard cock can be felt before it pushes against my.