She was so pleased with your reaction at the site of her."I hope your not to disappointed with me changing your plans" I told you.I don’t think you ...heard a single work I said. You were speechless. Behind you came another voice. "Do you have room for one more to join you?" You turn to see who's speaking. Not wanting to take your eyes off her to see PJK standing there also dressed to the 9's in a lovely red slinky sexy gown, punk heels and the most sexual arousing perfume She placed her hand on. Her husband, her Master, reappeared in front of her. She raised her eyes upward, peering thru her thick lashes and trying to beg her Master, with her eyes, for leniency. She shifted back a bit trying to gulp in some air and make that damned dildo stop choking her. But any movement back meant her ass sunk deeper onto the nasty metal thing impaling her sensitive hidden hole. She was in one diabolical of a predicament she realized, and not sure if she liked it or would even survive it.As she. By this point my cock was so hard it was begging to burst out of my pajama pants. It was thrilling to know her pussy was grinding right next to my dick as she straddled my leg. At the same time her large breasts were gliding back and forth against my chest. At this point, she was getting pretty hot and moaning more and more as I began to kiss and suck at her neck and chest for all I was worth. Her breathing became heavier as I grabbed her by the ass and helped push her pussy up against me. As. I’ve cried those tears a thousand times,” she whispers. “But those shallow empty songs about suicide are patronizing. You’ve got to learn to be less lonely when I’m dead.”“It can’t silence all the voices in my head,” he replies. “I close my eyes, but I can’t make it go away. So you think I’ll be less lonely? I pray that I’m not lonely, when I’m dead.” He sighs, “When I’m dead I won’t feel any pain. And when I’m dead I won’t feel anything.”A smile comes over Cynthia’s face. “I know the songs.