I felt my way up to her very tiny valley, rubbing it so very softly. I brought my fingers to my nose and noticed a very soft alluring addictive fragr...nce. It was the way that every pussy smelled to me. So beautifully fragrant with subtle undertones of cinnamon and vanilla. Most were like this and I loved every one. I moistened my first and middle fingers in my mouth tasting her nectar. My fingers penetrated the folds of her lips lovingly lapping at the wonder of her swollen bud under. Alright, I was called Ankou by the Celts, Smierc by the Polish, Hel by the Norse, King Yama by the Hindus, Yama by the Chinese. Do you need more? I have been called Thanatos by the Greek, though the name you might know of best is Grim Reaper,” the figure said, shocking Beatrix a moment.She almost dropped the scythe watching as the figure tried to suddenly lunge and wrench it from her grasp. “Uh, uh, uh, I don’t think so! So you expect me to believe that you are death? If I remember right you. ’ It was a challenge to ignore the thoughts swimming through her head—how right it felt, supplicating to the mugger ... How much she’d enjoyed pleasuring him, putting his happiness before her own ... How sexy the idea was of throwing her career away and spending her days—and nights—finding men like him, rough, strong men, and fulfilling their every fantasy.She was tempted to sit back down on the bed and bring herself off once more, but she knew that she couldn’t. It was a slippery slope, and if. .” Her smile broadened as the figure of a huge woman loomed closer, her infectious and cynical laughter heard above the cacophony of excitement that surrounded it.“ ... and I’m sure Mother Fifi would love to oblige in the way she dealt with one of that party.” Minter’s surreal experience of absolute submission, led on a leash through this erotic mixture of heaven and hell, was taken a step further by the example of dominant womanhood who now graced his eyes and brought his recently spent cock.