She was told that she will be executed exactly at noon, so she would have time to enjoy breakfast and lunch before the rope squeezed her neck and sent... her to heaven. The girl touched her own neck, feeling its smoothness. She never thought that the night before her execution, she would find her own neck to be so interesting. She could feel her own pulsing jugular veins, the throat line and the way her throat moved when she swallowed. She wondered where the rope would bite into her neck and how. Karen had been at the front of the boat, so when we got close, she got drenched. The lower half of her legs were soaked, as was her blouse, the water had got down the opening at her neck. I watched as she took a drink of her tea, once the cup was back on the table, I got a front-row view of her breasts. I could see everything, her bra was a white cotton lace, so her nipples could be clearly seen, she saw me looking and I received I kick under the table for staring. Karen tried keeping the. "If you refuse to do as I ask I will submit this one... and you can say goodbye to Yale." I looked up at him realising what was happening. He was blackmailing me. But for what reason. "Yes, that's right Miss Williams. Now are you going to do as I say? Oh, and you may talk now." He grabs a chair and pulls it up on the other side of my desk. He sits in it facing me. "Why are you doing this?" I ask. The panic still firmly in place. He grins at me. "Because I want something from you," he says. I went to bed with a very hard cock, and wanked it furiously while thinking about what I would love to do to her if I got the chance. The next few nights continued with usual chatter and the odd flirtatious comments thrown in to test the water, and I was starting to get the impression that she was as keen as I was to feel my hard cock inside her. Eventually she suggested a video chat, and I agreed without hesitation. I was eager to hear voice and see her moving around. The video window popped.