He could kill her without even trying. Do you see her body? Do you see it hanging by the ankles, meat hooks through the ankles? She's alive! Really? T...en maybe he's killing her right now.Make the image go away. Try a poem again, a different poem. How's this one? Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace... Stop it! Wake up! I have to keep awake! Then what about this? I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paperweight. Shit, oh. I wish i could see the leering expression on your face, but my face is buried in your crotch as i suck your dick. 11:27 am, May 22 Hard Man in the Morning I pull back – that is enough for now. time for me to return the favor. I can see drops of piss still clinging to your cunt lips as I drop to me knees to lick your sopping cunt, wet with both your juices and your pee 11:28 am, May 22 masters-cumslut yes. lap it all up 11:31 am, May 22 Hard Man in the Morning while you are sitting there I lick. Right here is where you first came into this world." I bent over her, peering closely in the dim light at her gorgeous bigwhite body, especially at the dark shadow of my mother's cunt, abundantlycovered with crispy black hair, cradled in the vee of her full whitethighs and her slightly rounded belly. "Oh, Mom, you're beautiful!Beautiful!" I exclaimed. I tentatively stroked her thighs and hip near herpussy, then riffled the hair. "Go ahead, honey," Mom said. "You can touch it, play with it, put. The phone on her desk rang with the inside ring as she was putting fish food in the aquarium."Hello?" she answered it. She noticed Mr. Whitlock's extension on the display panel."Come back to my office, girl," said Craig and hung up.Shanika hung up the phone and ventured back to the big corner office. The white man was on the phone and waved her in when she arrived at his door.He put his hand over the mouth piece. "Close the door," he instructed her.The black woman went to close the door and.