“You know, one advantage to me walking in on you is that I used to think you had no redeeming qualities at all; now I know you do have one, at least...!”She smelled distractingly lovely; even her breath was fresh with the scent of rum, cinnamon, and vanilla, probably Captain Morgan, and it was a clever comment, one of the most creative and intelligently phrased things I’d ever heard her say. I couldn’t hide a smile.“Thanks; good to know I’m not entirely worthless. You too, by the way; nice ass,. "Don't want to get em' when the blade dulls, or the spirits take his aim." you feel a boot rattle your bruised body and you tumble forward just far enough to clear the door. You hear the door slam behind you, the mechanism locking. The sounds of steps marching in unison, and your fate being sealed.You crawl to the wall, choosing it as the place you will spend the last moments on your terms. The pain throbs, but it's better this way, the searing pain covers the horrific memories of your failures. “Oh, please do that again, Lovely.”I jerked in surprise. This was the first time he had spoken. His voice was deep and languid. Well, I figured since it was my dream I could oblige. I leaned over and touched my lips to his again. He insinuated his tongue between my lips. It was hot and slick, tasting of musk and salt. His tongue seemed to expand, filling my mouth. It felt veined like a cock. My skin was suddenly hot and my pussy liquid. I felt compelled to slide my hand between us and seize. She handed him a picnic basket when he got out of the truck andtold him to take a break for lunch. In the picnic basket was a smallsalad, a cup of yogurt and a diet soda. John was used to a hearty lunchto sustain him through the exhausting work of the afternoon chores. Hiswife reminded him, however, that he needed to watch his figure and thatif he didn't take some weight off, he would be forced to wear one ofhis corsets every day. The dreaded corsets were bad enough when he hadto wear them.