Saw her dressed to kill on her nights out. But it went further than that. He would often take a longer than necessary look at her cleavage or watch ...rom behind as she walked up the stairs. He had ‘accidentally’ walked in on her getting dressed several times. And often, whenever possible, had snooped through her lingerie draw and even sniffed her used clothes in the laundry basket. Just the smell of her perfume, mixed with men’s cologne, set his imagination running wild. He wasn’t proud of. No doubt I will scream louder than I ever have as the acid takes its course, enjoy it and if you will, please fornicate as I pass away, please do it as I feel it is so fitting and I will know the spectacle is turning you on. Immediately after I have finally ceased to scream my wrists should be slit by the executioner to drain my blood, and to be sure or If I request a swift end with my safe word which I have never ever used, he must slit my throat (I hope I am brave enough and will not now. ‘Will you promise to stay here like this until I come back?’ ‘Mmm-hmm …’ she purred. I ran down the chiller and pulled out a bottle of Domaine Caneros that we picked up from the Valley, grabbed two glasses, and brought them up to our bathroom. I found whatever candles I could find and lit them even though it was the middle of the afternoon. I pulled my iPod speakers out of my office, picked up a favorite book, and lined up some of her favorite jazz crooners — Astrud Gilberto, Nat King Cole,. She never stopped me, and once the cabin darkened, with her tray still covering her lap, I became a bit bolder.I pulled back the hem of her dress and slid my fingers along the stocking top inside of her left thigh until I felt the lace and then soft warm skin above. As if to reassure me, she leaned forward to take her wine glass and let the outside of her left breast rub against my upper arm.“Humm!”, she whispered and spread her legs further apart for my pleasure.I brought my hand to the top of.