He had walked into the small amateur apartment's bedroom to find his wife weakly dancing at the end of a nooose. The momentary shock that rooted him to the floor was enough to seal her fate. Tears blinding him he struggled forward, grasping her by the thighs and despreatly trying to lift her to allow her air--so safe the beautiful woman he loved. It was to no avail. Her feet twitched their last macabre masturbating tatoo against his chest, and as a final indignity, her bladder relaxed, allowing urin to run down her trembling legs and the amrs of the lover who held them. The silence of her passing was marred only by his uncontrolable weaping as he collapsed beneath her dangling corpse and cursed the illness that drove her to this desperate act. It had seemed for awhile as if her depression was passing, after all, she had returned to work, and gay had just purchased a new wardrobe, all had seemed well. Now, with her gently swinging above the damp carpet, her letter in his treembling hands, he understood the fiction of it all. "My dearest, please don't hate me, but I could no longer bear the crushing darkness, nor the chilling numbness the pills left me with. I walk this path so I may be free of the cloud that hangs over us and our marriage--this way you can be free to find someone who is not so sick as I. "You will find on the bed the cloths I wish to be buried in. I also ask that you clean me up and dress me in something nice before calling emergency services--I don't want to be found having pissed myself." He crumples the note and looked up. Her head hung down, and blowjob though her face was swolen from her struggles, she seemed to be happy and at peace--her hair hung about her like an auburn halo, and the tension that she had carried in her shoulders had drained away with her life, leaving her seemingly relaxed. Her death hadn't seemed to be cruel to her at least. He stood on the chair she hung beside, and slowly let her down. As he now looked down at anal her lying on the floor she reminded him of nothing so much as a marionette with its strings cut. He picked her up, finding her corpse lighter than expected, and carried her to their bed. The smell of urin and death hung in the air, but he could also smell her perfume and....something else. As he arranged the corpse on the bed he was overcome again with a wave of numbing grief which drove him to his knees. He gathered her by the shoulder and clung to her, burying his face in her chest. He did not miss a step. he began taking it down his throat. 'It worked just like Susan said it would. As I calmed down I heard one of the guys say, Satisfied it’s clean. Her pleasure-filled moans soon became a shriek of shock and pain, however, when she realized the worst part of her trap: every five minutes, the dildo would release an electric shock, the circuit running both through her pussy and by means of the clamps up to her nipples, sending pain coursing through her entire body. “Mmm, gay you're getting so hard,” I said, staring into his green eyes. I’m gonna go get dressed…” Her wings spread a bit. “King is the word you are seeking,” Harald suggested, “Would you rather I fuched you, or that stinking oaf Count Prizen?” My tongue danced with hers. “WOW, do you think he would fuck me too,” she asked. Music bled through the door. “Oh, uh yes,” Bobby said. “So let me get this straight, someone has booked for you to come and clean my masturbating house, and they’ve paid for it?” Although actual conception wasn't possible, the sex was very real. "Uh...thanks." Jeff could see the silver clit shield in the hole where her clit should have poked through. "Yeah, she wasn't hallucinating blowjob that." Three of the guys were with us in a amateur room full of crates of drinks and beer barrels. *"Oh fuck me sideways." I flailed violently in the chair as the wriggling current surged from my twat into my ass, contracting orgasmic muscles in series of involuntary reactions. Gravity must win on breasts that size. Before the next stoke Jon put one leg either side of Vicky’s waist and I could anal see his body move as the cane came down. Nikki’s face flushes with excitement. Chapter Five: Mother and Daughter's Naughty Session My hot pussy clenched squeezed around my fingers as I witnessed their incest.