The hero is always dashing and sophisticated. The ladiesare all very beautiful and elegant."We already have the codes to launch the missiles, Katarina.... I don'tneed to keep you alive. But, you've been such a thorn in my side thesepast few weeks, I thought I would make you watch as I destroy yourbeloved Moscow. Then I'll kill you slowly and painfully."It's true, I am in a real fix now. The ropes are cutting into mywrists, the blood mixing with my lipstick is an odd sensation, my dresshas been. It was the best tasting foreskin I ever had in my mouth. His cock was thick, wasn't super long. It was so thick that my mouth stretched to its limits to get it in. His balls were so heavy and hung so low. He had a little bush but not to thick. I sucked and licked his head while I fondled his balls in my hand. His precum was so sweet, it tasted good enough that he got me addicted after just a few seconds. I removed his cock from my mouth and took one ball in my mouth, that was a mouth full. Then. I slipped my left hand between her thighs and found, just as I expected, her cunt was awash with juices and her hard little nub of a clit poking forth from its silver ring. A few quick flicks of my fingers had Charlady grasping for air and her tits bouncing so much they threatened to break free from their flimsy hiding place.By now we were on the outskirts of London's east end and still 5 miles from Epping, Charlady looked distraught when I commanded her to remove her blouse. As we continued,. Well damn it all tohell, I thought, I'm bored of being sensible. I wanted to do this and sodthe consequences. It was better than this existence... this pitiful,lonely, undecided life that I lead.Like I said - it took me one more week from that night to actually summonup the courage to load up that blackened page with the shining letters ina pink that matched my cute and delightful self staring back at them. Ihad decided that to christen my night into femininity I would wear mymost feminine.