She reached for the towel pulling it gently away from my grasp, odd yet again this was not her style like someone savouring the last few sips of wine ...before calling it a night, those moments took forever. ‘I was thinking of changing this.’ Sweeping her hand up to my hair taking a soft hold if it, it was her that had me bleach my hair to a snow white, streaking in the deep blue, my hair riddle with clean clear stripes… I was a god damn dress up doll. ‘Well, I’ll worry about that later, now get. And my husband Mark had enjoyed watching it all. One of the few things I hadn’t done was bondage, because the idea of things being totally out of my control never really appealed to me, but all that changed at Steve’s birthday party.Steve is a friend of my husband Mark, and I suck him off about once a week. He shoots really big loads and I love how thick and creamy his cum is. Anyway, he's really into bondage and he's always been after me to give it a try. Steve’s fiftieth birthday was coming. We lived in the same building, though on different floors, and I would generally go down to her communal kitchen to eat lunch with her and the other girls from her housing unit. We found we had a lot in common, we had the much same taste in music and films and I was delighted to find she also shared my interest in 19th century poetry, something that hard marked me out as a bit weird when I was still in school. I decided the more scholarly atmosphere agreed with me.We spent a lot of time. I ignored him as I looked to the other men around me.There were two men left at the front of the wagon at that point, but I do not remember just how I accomplished my next feat. The next thing that I knew, I was holding my bowie knife in my left hand as I stood on the ground watching a man's guts ooze out of his belly from a long knife slash. Another man was near him and had a bullet hole in his gut down low near his bladder.There were still two men at the rear of the wagon, and I could see one.