I would imagine that I volunteered to be killed ! This took me to new, impossible heights of sexual excitement and satisfaction, and I finally realise...d that this had been my ultimate dream from the very beginning. Day in and day out I would picture myself, naked and shaking with fear and excitement, surrounded by fully clothed men and women, proceeding to an altar, climbing on of my own free will, opening my arms and legs to the sides, and then begging my killer to kill me, yes begging....... She started to believe she was in love with Richard.Richard came to visit her at home about a month after the start of the new term. He waited until Harriot left. Prue didn’t think twice about letting him in, as he was her friend. Harriot had served tea before leaving, and Prue offered Richard a cup.They sat and talked for a little while and then Richard turned flirtatious and started kissing Prue, telling her of how his feelings had grown for her, and he found her irresistible. Prue didn’t. I opened the door and smiled."Hey sailor, in port for long?" Sheri asked, stretched out on the king-size bed.She was wearing one of her new outfits, a cobalt blue lace halter style babydoll, that showed off her beautiful breasts to their best advantage. Mostly sheer, with flowery designs throughout."They'll let anybody in this place, won't they?" You don't know the half of it. I had to fight off half-a-dozen sluts to keep you to myself." You've always been a hell of a fighter." Miss me?" she. My own sex life has finally been restarted, if you can call it that.Angel lets me attempt masturbation, even though she knows that, no matterhow much I can stimulate myself, I'm not capable of finishing that way.She does it to give her one more thing about me to laugh at and taunt meabout. The only way I can cum is for her to use a strap-on dildo andtake me from behind, which she delights in doing, calling me her bitchand slapping my hips, which are now quite fleshy. I also have modestbreasts.