Julia my mistress of the month, aged 28, was a single mother who had tried to make some extra cash selling coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the bitch, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black girl who had the wrong boyfriend and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had swung in Marion Penitentiary the week before she kept her own date with the noose. Mei Ling my sex toy, age unknown but young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a voluptuous orgasm former ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn’t able to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, hang means hang. I have to admit that I was anxious and a little sad. I was anxious to see their death dance which I found highly erotic and I was sad to see my concubines go. But I had a job to do, so now I was worried that one of the guards would do something foolish like have a rope break on a girl, or push a girl off the block but forget to put the rope around her beck, or otherwise screw up. But I really needn’t have been concerned because the hangings went off like clockwork. I followed the guards for the first two executions, Margie my little junkie slut and Julia my favorite cum receiver of the month. You should bear in mind that until the door opened, the guards hadn’t even seen either of these women I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that’s a pretty crowded cell with six people in it, and so since I entered the cell after the guards I didn’t see Margie until her hands were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her body with the intricate sucking biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. Her short blonde hair sexy freshly washed, and those good firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. She looked direct at me with those blue eyes, at first with a pleading look, but then turned erotic calm and emotionless. She hoped for one more fuck or any sexual favor that I could keep her from her fate but then understood that she was about to be hanged, there was pussy nothing she or I could do about it, and so why kick up a fuss? My eyes squeezed shut as the bed rustled. confident he could hold him under his will. The bartender asked sucking from behind me, “Having fun?” erotic “Well, Ginny,” asked Coach Miller, a woman dressed in purple bloomers and tank top like everyone but me wore, “do you need satisfaction?” “You haven't noticed what you did?” I asked her. Bruce learned, and so should you.” Just 10 feet from orgasm the door, is the pool. She does this for a minute or so while I grunt in pleasure. sexy “It wasn't what happened during the rally, but I had a delightful reunion with a woman I never thought I'd meet again...” We come in peace. By now Steve is looking at her browser chronic: I went into my bathroom to clean off my tablet and think about this. I checked the time. The things that those young men called me and the things that they said that they wanted to do to me was both unbelievable and understandable. She was thankful she pussy didn't throw-up because she was sure Lisa would make her clean that up too. Betty said," Yes" I fixed her a drink as well as Linda. “Do whatever you want, bitch.” “Huh?” My body shook. “It is!” I moaned, stars bursting through my eyes. As we danced she made sure to either press her chest against me and kiss me or turn around and press her voluptuous ass against me and rub against my crotch. “Fuck!” It was slow going so he eventually gave up after only pulling out her top front teeth. He has no place here.