Wow. I also bought a large sheet of stainless steel to make my guillotine blade. I had some plain razor blades, a few surgical scalpels and finally, t...o large fighting Bowie knives. I prayed that I would be able to use most, if not all, of them. I found a wide mouth sawed off shotgun also for one of my death choices. The spread pattern would easily blow my head off and leave only a bloody stump pumping blood until my heart finally stopped. Slow Instant Death (A few minutes of agony) I went to a. When they were all in the room Latoya said to Stephen, “These girls, my dear Penis Pal, are all my friends and they are all in desperate need of that same magic ingredient missing in their sex lives. In short they need someone to FUCK them! They are not sluts or prostitutes or whores they just don’t get any penis. They give each other LOTS of relief but they all desperately need a BIG FAT COCK! So here is the deal...”Stephen should have guessed. He knew that somewhere there would be a catch.. I don’t care if you meet them in jeans, and a tee shirt, or an Armani suit, or bare ass naked. Well, maybe not naked, I don’t want to give anyone a heart attack over your gorgeous body, and I certainly don’t want any of my female cousins raping your ass, but I don’t care how you choose to meet them.’ He heard the tone in her voice and knew she was telling him the truth. She was in love with him as the man, not who or what he was. Still, he had to ask. ‘Reni, tell me the truth, would you marry. I meekly knelt before him and continued to gaze at his cock submissively while licking my lips to recover what was left on my chin. I had surrendered, admitted defeat, I was his now, and he was my master. SIX MONTHS LATER… Despite the terrible tightness of the corset, I expectantly kneeled before the apartment door awaiting my Master’s return. I knelt with hands stretched out, holding the ice-cold beer in a frosty mug, my Master’s preferred drink upon arriving home. I was dressed to please him..