Lengths of barbed wire had been threaded through the limbs and torso like worms through an apple and then wrapped around the body similarly to mummifi...cation, each one having been placed to avoid the organs and vital blood vessels, while inflicting endless pain onto the victim. The fingers and toes were all broken and with the nails torn off. All signs of a gender had been removed: the genitalia region completely destroyed, the pectoral muscles severed, and the throat cut as if to destroy the. What is my life like, day-to-day? Imagine me as a somewhat classy call girl. Graduate educated, living in upper middle class suburbia. To see me in public as a stranger, you would not see anything out of the ordinary. But you might notice how I pretty much always look like I spent lots of time on my appearance, with my clothes signaling that I am sexually available - I want to project ‘smart but sexy bimbo.’ If you knew my husband and me, some people might have heard rumors or stronger words. Reaching down, she pressed her fingers against her hardened clit to move in circles to heighten the intensity. While his cock pummeled in and out of her with a maddening fury, her slick velvet walls closed around him like a glove, massaging him, coaxing him for more. Glancing over her shoulder, she watched as the sweat trickled down the side of his face and felt it like a small spatter against her lower back like a Sirens call. She matched him thrust for thrust as they bucked wildly, her. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH……………………………………………”“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…………………………………………………….”“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…………………………………………………….”“don’t stop………ahhhhh…….please don’t stop”“ah…..ah….ah……ah….ah……ah……”“do it….do it…..do it…….”“faaaster……..faaster……….”“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………………………………….”I was bouncing my butts, rubbing my feet on the bedsheet.I was feeling I should cry.Nikhil hold me both hands, puling me downwards, I had a pillow between my teeth, my.