Wordlessly, I slid my own hand between her legs, found the very wet almost sloppy wet passage of her cunt and began worming my fingers around inside h...r. "Oh yeah...yeah," she moaned as she continued pumping my cock up and down. "Keep...doing...that." She half begged me. I had no intention of stopping of course I was already well past the point of no return, Penny's hand feeling far better than my own. She came in an unexpected shudder, a sudden warmth filling the palm of my hand, a tiny. It was a perfect night for Halloween.John wondered if he would go the same way as the last guy. That look of agony and ecstasy on the man's face, preserved forever in his mask, was frightening enough, but it also made him morbidly curious about what it felt like right at that peak instant.All of the masks held some sort of terror, or agony, or tortured bliss in their visages. The amount of pain and horror contained within all those blank, staring eyes, had given him nightmares beyond counting.. I just...enjoy pain and humiliation.Me: Anyways, we should get back to what we were discussing. What made me the person sitting before you.Interviewer: Yes, please.Me: Anyways, so, I found myself sort of enjoying the pain. I guess I was a bit of a wild child. Oh, I loved my parents. But, they didn't seem to understand. They kept giving me what I wanted when I didn't do what they wanted me to. You know, same thoughts as most people have.Interviewer: So, to you, they rewarded you, with a. Nothing unusual. But then I started getting flirty with her, every time she went to the break room, I'd drink coffee with her, got a bit touchy with her, light strokes to her arm, light caresses to her hand sometimes, making innuendos from time to time among other things.I could tell she liked it, a 23 year old, with an athletic body, with a successful career ahead of him, giving her the attention she needs. And that's when she started feeling guilty. Guilty for flirting with me, while she had.