Then back again for the evening shift.Or maybe... in a minute or less I'll feel the trapdoor fall away and begin my battle for air. A battle that I wi...l inevitably lose.At first, I wasn't sure which would be better: to watch one of the other girls die, kicking and struggling in the noose; or to experience that ultimate sensation myself, hanging, strangling, cumming, dying.After a couple of days I decided it was better to watch. No, not because I'm afraid of death. No. But when another girl is. His massive organ was pointing at my face. I licked the tipteasingly, like some wanton female intent on seducing a man, or moreappropriately, a bride eager to convince her new spouse she was readyto please him in the sluttiest ways possible. I pulled him closer andswung my torso side-to-side, so that my soft mock-breasts brushed thehead of his cock. He growled approvingly and placed his hands lightlyon the sides of my fluffed hair. I reached up to lightly toy with hisnipples. I knew that. She came to the window... her face was beautiful... she smile to me... and came to open the door. That moment was eternal... I was shaking like never before!She opens the door... standing with the glass of wine. Her pose was so sexy!"I though you where not going to came" she said.I smile to her... and I kissed her...Her lips where so soft. She lick my tongue... the mix of wine and her saliva was exquisite. I put my right hand over her naked waist. Her top covered a little over her belly button…. Literally, and I didn't really want any of it to end to tell the truth. Tony had been whacking off the whole time, and when he saw the look on my face, he asked, "How about giving me a try?" I looked at him with the most disgusting look ever. Dude I'm not a fag, I said, ready to punch him in the nuts. "What, we're the only ones here, and no one would find out, and I guarantee I'll do a better job than this bitch." She looked at him angrily, and I thought what the fuck, I'll take a few pictures.