While she's still out, I flip her over, grab the back of her hair,lift her slack head and dry fuck her ass. She starts bleeding as I force my cock in-...--that's fitting lubricant and I rip into her anal tissues and discharge a spurt of juice up her. Time to let the slut heal. I wheel the gurney over to a morgue drawer---originally used for corpses---and slide the useless baggage in.Tomorrow, she will be slid out of her dark file cabinet and with mirrors I have set up, see the monstrosity I have. Could I stop it if I wanted or was I too far gone? Did I want him to see it so that I got punished? Those two simple words rattling around my head 24 hours a day – “Punish me”. Do I live for me, for him, for sex or for the sweet pain. I know that my pain is not excessive, it is not scarring mentally or physically, it is not unbearable, it is just aimed at my own tolerance levels. What do I like the most? The actual physical side or the anticipation? I function perfectly well away from. They were both dressed up smart as they had been out for a meal and drinks He was wearing a white shirt and pants and my mum was wearing a sexy black dress which made her tits look amazing and sum big black liboutin heels .I sat and watched them for about 30 minutes and started to get really bored , just as I was about to go they began kissing as they cuddled .Just over seein them Kiss it made my cock hard .Chris hand wandered onto my mums leg and began its way up the inside of her thigh as he. Nat wasn't a part of the family strictly speaking. He'd just been there forever. He had been best friends with my brother Todd since they were in sixth grade and was as much a member of the family as I was. His one redeeming trait was that he never tried to impose his will on me. Well, not until today.Damn him!I ran my hands through my short hair and decided to let it go. After all, I had a lot of stuff to put away. And fuming over Nat's heavy handed technique wouldn't get it done.Three hours.