I asked her if she wanted to live and she indicated that she did. “If you do anything tricky, I will kill you. I killed a cop a couple days ago, so ...ou are no use to me as a hostage. They will never let me go. Fuck with me and I will kill you. Let me use you, and you may live. Your choice, dignity or slavery; which do you choose?”“Slavery, I will obey.” “Never had one choose death yet. Whatever happened to death before dishonor? Get out of those clothes, and let me see what I got for today’s. Stanley? But Stanley simply laughed and said well said Cherrington and everyone clapped. Cherrington hugged Elizabeth and then one of the sub-editors called, ‘Kiss your chief reporter.’ Cherrington didn’t hesitate. She went straight in and kissed Stanley on the mouth, clasping him in a big hug. People cheered and editor Charlie Birtwistle came in to the newsroom and asked, ‘Don’t we have a paper to put out?’ Cherrington released Stanley and he handed the certificate to Charlie who beamed.. She said that she would be willing to try with Allen if that's what I really wanted and then went on to say that she was only doing this because she loved me and if it was indeed what I really wanted then she would do it to make me happy. She said that since nothing else had worked to date maybe if I really finally got to watch her fuck someone else that it might be the answer to finally curing me of my obsession.It took three or four study sessions with Lydia dressed in ways to inflame Allen's. He remembered when he had her in the snow the week before, her flesh goose-bumped and responding to the slightest touch of his fingers, her arms wrapped around a tree as he thrust deep into her. He felt his cum start to rise already so he took a handful of snow, wrapping it around his cock, the sudden cold exciting him and forestalling his orgasm.Greg heard the faint rendition of country roads drifting closer, the voice sultry but nervous. Lost as he was in his own pleasure he ignored it,.