Her determination to cause the downfall of Marcus’s brother (and Marcus, if the truth be known) was alien to me; to my way of thinking. Michelle was... a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it, that I understood. Just how far she would go was now quite evident and it was something that greatly disturbed me. I made myself a cup of tea knowing full well I had consumed my fair share of alcohol for the day as well. The lights were off, Michelle was soundly asleep and I sat and pondered as I. The idea of a man's cock up inside her pussy uninvited was beyondcomprehension but inside her anal hole revolted her to the point of beenrigid with horror. ?Oh heavens, please I don?t want?.?As she knelt doggie, her hand reached back to try to fend off his waist. Theman just slapped her hand away his cock rubbing up and down the length of herbutt crack.His pink weeping head felt sticky on her wet cheeks, his hands gently partingher flesh so her sphincter winked at him. The Boss man spoke as he. As much as my mind was traveling in the direction of relationships more often than I would admit to anyone, that wasn’t what I wanted. I decided I’d had enough sun and went up to my room for a nap.I woke up from a dream where I’d been on the brink of a wonderful orgasm. It was much later than I thought - already dark outside. I reached my hands between my thighs to find that I was quite wet. I could have just finished things off with my fingers but I decided I wanted something more fulfilling.I. Yes, your sex life since you became a boogieman has been lackluster. And your normal social life, but that doesn’t so much bother you. The work is meaningful. Every day you thank whatever dark gods might be real you didn’t end up one of those child-scaring boogiemen parents use to get kids to brush their teeth. It sounds positively miserable. Killing and devouring murderers, rapists, extortionists, the darkest dregs of society, all of whom will never be caught without you … it’s fulfilling.