Jeff didn't seem to have performance issues. I had no sense that when he did something he had to be the best. He just seemed to want what he did to be...effective. If it didn't work, he would try something else.So if he didn't need to excel, it had to be something else. Did he feel the additional preparation made him more able to improvise? Did it have anything to do with performance at all? I'd never seen him attempt anything he couldn't accomplish.Then I thought back to something he had said at. She belonged on a fashion runway, but it was her demons that brought her to Death Watch Cell No. 2. These thoughts were on my mind as I passed the threshold of her cell to inform her that her appeal was denied and a date had been set. She looked like she was going to compliment me on the dress I was wearing, but after one look at my face she knew what was coming. "They're going to do it?" she said. ?Yes darling.? I said. ?When?? she replied. Flying through the condemned woman's head were. I pushed my cock into her pussy and stroked gently.Raju: This time, I was determined to give her an orgasm. I varied my pace and gave everything I could. After a good few minutes, she cum, and I followed her in another couple of minutes and collapsed on her. She hugged me tight with happiness.Raju: From that day, we started having sex regularly. Sometimes, I would go to her bedroom at night. Sometimes, we would go to a hotel. Sometimes, we would just do it in the car. What happened next is. “That’s it, you have a damn good sniff first ... sniff at how aroused I am at owning you ... sniff hard at the scent of your defeat, and know that each lick of my cunt may be your last...” She watched him snort and sniff at her spice, bucking and thrusting at the bedding, as her pet flicked the cane impatiently. She’d dominated countless males in her time, and disposed of more than she cared to remember, but the prospective torture, humiliation ... and eventual snuffing of this one, had all her.