I had wondered why you didn’t buy a seasonal ticket and meant to ask you perhaps, if ever there was conversation between us. “I…am…going…to …fucking…kill…you.” You manage to gasp out in time with my thrusting. Xnxx video “Shut up bitch.” The final word of my instruction is hissed in emphasis. I judge you to be ready for the next step in my twisted idea of sex or control. I can’t help a giggle until the thought occurs to me that you might think me deranged. Your exposed pussy invites me in. Some time later, before I close the email address and bury it forever, I scan through the last day’s mail and see your familiar address in my in box. Then I pull the zipper to allow me to pull the garment off over your knees. Mixed with the confusion and anger is the overwhelming euphoria of the narcotic. You do not, nor cannot resist. But, you are tied and cannot do very much more than watch in morbid fascination.
