“What you didn’t think it was a fun idea,” she asked.“Sure, but I also sense there is something more going on here. So if I’m wrong make a n...te that I suffer from cop paranoia.” I replied.“Even paranoids have to watch their back,” she agreed. “The state boys are going to call you in for a chat about the George Wells thing.”“Thanks for the heads up, but I had nothing to do with Wells,” I said.“It looks bad,” she said. “I mean one cop, probably on the take, and one ex cop definitely living in the. A smiling Hope led Agnes to see her deserving victim, her cunt slipping sweetly in full arousal in her silk underwear; having the male know for the first time that she was the woman who would hang him was always an exquisite thrill. The two paused at the door of a treatment room, with the stern maids in tow. Agnes licked her lips.'How is he taking to his fate, I trust he is constantly reminded that he is to know the rope?' Hope grinned and squeezed the cane she carried, flexing it.'Oh, he is. This feeling is so exotic but I must fight it, I scream."Get off me, please you're hurting me. Somebody, anybody please, please help"You laugh again, the same laugh as earlier. Your face, now visible to me, and your expression is frightening. My pussy is dripping and your cock is masterly executing this position. I'm close to cumming but I'm trying to fight it not knowing what you might do if you feel me enjoying this. With each thrust your beating my pussy walls making me cry out in pain. Then. .please , please more” and she did, her tongue circling my rim and her fingers gaping my back passage and , slowly, so slowly , so teasingly entering my butt hole and crooking my puckered slot with shards of pleasure.I was leaning over the edge of the lounge. My arsehole in total joy. Her face pressing into my butt cheeks. Her tongue a frenzy of ecstatic pressure. I surprised at how gentle she was with my butt crack given the way she had, well loutishly treated my pussy. For a moment I thought.