" She paused, added: "You don't have to call me Mrs. Wynton my name's Mildred."Doris nodded, sipped at her drink again. The liqueur was going to her h...ad."Have you a passionate nature?" Mildred asked very softly."Well," Doris hesitated, "I--I don't know maybe I have." When I was your age I was very passionate," Mildred laughed, "still am, in fact." She kept her eyes on Doris's face until Doris met her gaze. "I still enjoy my diversions," she said quietly. "I have ways of appeasing my. He is my boyfriend. Why are you so stunned?Me: I was not knowing that you fuck wit Guru regularly.G: really? What do you think? Why do I come home at 6 pm? My shift finishes at 3 pm.Me: Oho!!!.. you do daily with Guru?She came near to me taking that unwrapped condom in her hand. She took my hardened dick in her hand.My dick was little shrunk as we were having some conversation. She noticed it and put that condom upon that dick head. Rolled it over a cock. When it got stuck in between she used. I was suddenly hyper-aware. Of his breath on my neck. Of the weight of my earrings. Of the scent of my perfume. My shaven smooth thighs, rubbing ever so slowly together, as I tried to keep my own excitement from popping out of my satiny/spandexy panties.I turned my head to meet his gaze, and I was going to say "okay", but I never got the chance. He kissed me. Oh, god, he kissed me. His lips met mine, and mine parted to welcome his tongue in. When it did, my knees nearly gave out. But I. Please don't kill my family," he pleaded. He felt a hand grab his face firmly, then pull away, and then another firm slap. He was sobbing. Scared out of his mind he sat there in his underwear on a kitchen chair that he was tied to. "This is not how I'm supposed to check out and meet my maker," he screamed. Silence, and another firm slap. He felt the cold flat side of the knife rub against the inside of his thigh. He then felt his underwear being cut off from the right side of his hips. .