It wasn't what she said that surprised him - it was the way she said it. Cool, calm, purposeful, unperturbed."What the hell do you think you're doing?...---He realized she was so collected, she must have been awake for quite a while. She was ready for him. Had she felt every thrilling kiss? From her feet, to he pubis, to her chest, to her neck? Had she lay there silently, allowing him to do it? Did this confirm her invitation?But there was nothing inviting about her face now. Accompanying her. . Hardly any time to wonder, as he orders her to open up her back-door for him, using fingers from both her hands. It is really wide, when he is finally satisfied and lets her have a look inside her anal canal. Ariel wonders whether he will spit into her there to lube that tasty tight tract for her first ever anal act, or just brutally bang her backdoor to punish his horny freshly found sex slave? Ariel is amazed as she sees in the mirror how wide open her arse invites him in, how close his. She donned her leather jacket. She picked up her laptop. There would be no leftover signs from neoprene she thought and there was nothing she could do about her sex juices on the bed or all over Angelique’s face.The medics would get here, and try and resuscitate him. They would fail and pronounce him dead, then they would take him to a hospital where all the analysis would take place. Hopefully, enough time would have passed.Emily approached the lounge. A concerned look on Angelique’s face was. "Of course Cindy." He kissed her forehead as she closed her eyes; he knew having her there would stop him masturbating later; his cock was already beginning to swell again as his thoughts drifted back to the magnificent woman who had so quickly stamped her authority upon him; she was so controlling and he could not believe just how much he wanted to be controlled. He yearned to be with her again. As he dozed, he gazed up and studied the ceiling of the apartment for the first time; he was now so.