I lower the covers behind me, careful not to disturb the sleeping figure. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, my breath catches. It’s a girl. She loo...ks about my age, her long, fiery red hair pooling on the pillow. My mind races with thoughts, the most prominent of which being How in the nine circles of Hell did she get here? I can’t get my parents, opening the door would probably wake her up. I can’t do much of anything without the risk of waking her. As I’m pondering what to do, I hear her. That is until my mates untimely death some months ago, and the sexual hunger that intensified and ultimately had me climbing the walls in need for a bed partner. My relationship with my son was not very good while his father was alive the two of them were always doing things together. When his dad died unexpectedly, my son hardly left his room for days. Then one day after relieving some tension at my computer while reading, I head to take a shower, I had forgotten to close out of the site.. She hooked the handcuffs to a chain on the headboard and then pulled my hands above my head. Too late I realized how exposed and vulnerable I was. She put an atomic clock next to me and then took pictures of me, showing the time and date I was there. It did not matter how I struggled, she owned me. I watched as she walked over to a bureau and pulled out a strapon with a blue dick attached. She told me it was a small one. In seconds she had it strapped onto her hips and she smiled at me and. All in a sudden, her suffocating body jerks, rocks anew, madly! She is falling into the final mode of ag0nal breathing, terminal r8pid death gasping. I push the dildo back out of her gullet just to ram it again with a new load of sand down her ripped throat. No chance for her to suck in some life-giving oxygen. But half way through her esophagus I am not able to shove the thick chunk of sand further down, the dildo gets struck in her throat and as I start to poke the monster thick dildo.