Thank you, Bright Lady."I would like a book on mining. Would you see if you can find me a few?" That should get her out of my hair for a while. I just... wanted to be alone.I went to sit down and stare out the window but couldn't find a chair that would fit me.This sucks, all of the chairs were meant for midgets.I plopped face down on the bed and moped. I didn't even try to convince myself that I was doing anything different. My moping was interrupted by a polite knocking on the door. "Come in.". I said you are looking so hot. I didn’t know how I said that. My tongue was not in my control I figured.She sat beside me and we just started talking normally, she asked about my life,we discussed how I manage to cook food every day and how I manage to do other things..after some time of our chat the discussion don’t know how went over my personal life..she asked if I have any girlfriend and obviously I said no(it is a truth though). She didn’t believe me and asked why is that I don’t have. I looked up at Sandra and saw that her eyes were half closed and her hands were unbuttoning her blouse. I watched as she pulled it open and her two beautiful pear shaped tits come into view. She looked back down and into my eyes as I lowered my mouth to her cunt to do what I’d watched those other men do. I pushed my hands under the round cheeks of Sandra’s firm ass and began sliding my tongue over the soft, moist pinkness of her cunt. Immediately, I heard her begin to softly moan and felt her. I wanted to live—Oh! How I wanted to live!—I had egged them on, forced them hasten my demise for a pointless moral victory. I cursed my ignorance, thrashed at my restraints, screamed at the top of my lungs, heard my husband’s laughter and accepted the cruel justice that this is how a pathetic fat whore like me should die. I would die was I had lived; a slab of meat for use and entertainment. The man reached inside of me and squished my organs, blood spattering across my tits. He cast the.