The killer noticed his quarry escaping and, huge rubber cock swaying with each step, he went and kicked her squarely in the ribs. Leona looked like a ...wash rag being thrown around. She whimpered like a whipped dog and rolled over so that everyone could see the pain etched on her face. “Sweet Jesus,” said a woman behind Rose.The killer smiled and kicked Leona again, and then once more for good measure before rolling her onto her back. He crouched over her and spread her legs. She made a flimsy,. "Wolfgang, if I pay you twenty five, can I have the Picasso? I'd like to give it as a gift for the wedding I'm attending tomorrow; I think it's a great etching of an ugly couple, for one of the most handsome couples I know." For you, Britt, I can do that. The other two pieces are the great buys, but I'd expect the Picasso to be a good investment as well."I wrote him another check and I was a happy man, especially with finding an appropriate gift for Angus and April as a bonus to the deal.. "How does it feel, being that way?" she asked me one day when we were alone."What way?" I asked."You know..." she said."Oh, you mean a slut?" I asked with a smile. I assumed this conversation would come up. Most of my friends had asked me at one time why I had become such a slut."No, I mean, how does it feel to be Jeff's slave?" she asked.I was shocked. First of all, while I listened to everything that he said, I wasn't sure that I considered myself to be his slave. Second, while Jeff was. She said “I want to get these stockings and heels off and take a shower.” I said, ok, I guess thats it. She laughed and said “yeah thats it for today”. I laid there in her bed naked, as she left the room and headed to the shower. I laid in the bed, thinking about what just occurred for the past two hours. I was so turned on, and it never hit me that this was wrong in the eyes of society. I was having great sex, I loved it, and I wanted more. As I was laying on her bed, I began to get hard.