Days turned to weeks, which soon turned tomonths, while I enjoyed every minute on my back, knees, or in whateverposition I was forced into like the sl...ut I had become. Perhaps old Alexwas still in my head somewhere, but you would never know it if you hadthe chance to meet me in person - the voluptuous, insatiable Lexi Anallywas the only person anyone would ever see. Not that they seemed to mind.Most days at school started the same way: my sissy-father Erica wouldwake me up gently at 5:25 so I. How much more did she want? How much more could she take? This was dangerous territory for both of them. But it was the danger and the fear that gave her; gave them both the gut wrenching dark sado-masochistic pleasures known only to the enlightened few. She pulled against her bonds, there was no escaping. She was naked, she was already bearing evidence of being flayed; she could feel it still. It burned, it was raw and the throbbing from her skin only served to further increase her desires, to. Glancing at the date on the back of the photograph, he noticed that the photo was done in the mid eighties. It was possible, he mused, that they now hang the chicks clothed for the sake of decency. But then again, Mainland hangings were always done in secret. No one saw them except the prison guards. Pompeo felt that he was lucky. His Iranian friend Qasem Soleimani made special arrangement for him through President Xi, who was happy to show his western friend how justice was done in his beloved. Then his hands clapped hard to her buttocks as he let go her lip, and she registered the look on his face - all softness, all geniality replaced by lupine hunger. The same look he had worn yesterday, as his finger-fucked her vigorously to orgasm on the chair. He dropped to his knees, palms still impressing themselves against her ass-flesh, and burrowed his tongue between her thighs to tease her budding clitoris, to slither beyond her labia and writhe lustily within her. She wobbled in her heels.