He lay panting a moment, his mature head reeling from pleasure. When he finally pulled back, Ian didn’t seem like he was capable of moving. His eyes, tear-streaked, stared blankly at the wall, and he wouldn’t look at Silas. My wife and I had a very interesting conversation recently one evening. She had seen a movie on LMN where a husband killed his wife and disposed of her body. Since she knows I'm into crime shows and scenarios like that and watch them all the time on ID and am into stranglings and snuff/necro; she asked me point blank; "How would you kill me and how would you dispose of my body". I couldn't let the opportunity go by to share one of my fantasies about her with her since she brought it up. This is what I told her. Just after your last Home Showing on a Friday afternoon; when you came home and sat down on the couch; I would come around behind you and start massaging your shoulders and neck. You'd be talking about how good that feels. With one hand; I would pull a pair of your nylon stockings I had in my pocket out and wrap them around your throat. As I tightened them; you would momentarily be confused as to what exactly was happening and why it was happening to you. Your hands would come up to your neck and you would be grabbing/clawing at the stockings. Your sexy long stocking clad legs would be kicking femdom and scissoring in the air as you try to get up from the couch as I pull your neck back hard against the top of the couch back. Your lungs will begin to burn from the british lack of oxygen and you will feel the pressure in your head and the blood vessels in your brown eyes will begin to pop. You will start to feel dizziness as I pull the stockings even tighter around your lovely neck as your hands somewhat weaker now try to grab and claw at the stockings to no avail. I know the end of your life is close and I want to you to know before you die why I am stangling blowjob you so I lean over to your ear and say " I know about the affair with your boss Don". Just before fetish your hands drop to your sides you realize why I am strangling you and wish you'd never succumbed to a younger man's Silver tongued devil charm and allowed yourself to be bedded by him.. Your torso and extremities start to feel cold so cold. Your thoughts are getting confused as suddenly your pounding heart stops beating and your breathing slows to a halt. Your last thought as you feel warm and wet between your thighs is" Oh no; I'm peeing on myself". She waved some fingers toward him in a come-hither motion and purred, "Come fuck me raw." Plain bed, dresser and small vanity. Glory hallelujah...it was finally happening! I sat in a chair and held Lucy’s hand while we waited for Dr. Murphy to check on Lucy’s progress. And he did it long enough for her to experience at least one or two more very strong orgasms, with their accompanying pussy-cum "ejaculations." “You’re not faking that are you?” I vaguely heard. Yes master" I moved the crystal to my other hand, the Espeon watching me as I fetish stood up. Yup.” It took the line twenty minutes to reach the lab, Chambers walking in front smiling with pride as he paraded his girls through the building and everyone enjoyed seeing them. Get to a gun... My eyes had adjusted to the dark, enough for me to discern the shapes of my three girls. Tony could feel himself about to blow, but he did not want to stop thrusting into his mother’s wonderfully wet tight pussy. Joy’s golden breasts turned to rippling domes, her lustrous hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each violent invasion of her father. You are watching in the mirror. Sekhar's mouth reached her panties clad mound now and he slowly put his face on it. She settled into rhythm, trying to take more and more of me each time she went down. I walked into Lucy’s room with Dr. Murphy. Wow.” I swallowed and looked for the tell-tale femdom neon green to surface from my british skin. Liana laughed, a tender, happy, sound. I got off the couch mature and scooped Momo up in my arms. When I got up to Mr Moore’s room I knocked and got no reply so I let myself in. I was puzzled, then I realised what was wrong. The tissues there had been totally reworked and were recovering from that, which is why everything hurt so much. Joanie blowjob noticed the spectacular smile on her mother’s face when they came home on Sundays. I knew she had been right. I was surprised to find the concierge desk manned at this hour by a middle-aged woman.