She didn’t promise anything but said she would see if the ladies liked the idea. I gave her my number and within two weeks she phoned to say the lad...ies agreed and would I come in tomorrow to set up with the beautician. Susan, was first up and after having her hair and facial she looked gorgeous. And I told her so. ‘You are a flatterer – an old biddy like me’ ‘No Susan, you have great legs. To show them off, why not let me photograph you properly.’ ‘Now, you’re being naughty. Next you’ll be. The rape kit consisted of stuff with which to restrain or torture my imaginary victims: some rope, a bit old hunting knife, an riding crop I stole from a nearby horse barn, a box of needles, a canvas tarp, things like that. One of my favorite pieces of kit was a few steel barbecue skewers that I had sharpened to a needle point. I imagined shoving them through the tits of my screaming victims. Finally, I kept an old Polaroid camera that my parents had forgotten about. (I found some old. Mmm...ahh...Diana. And...ah...ah...ah...you’re...ah!...going to...unh!..swallow it! AHHHHHHH!”As he continued thrusting, Diana felt, and then tasted, his semen as it spurted onto her tongue and against the back of her throat; it was hot, salty and somewhat bitter. She didn’t care. Oh god, he was shooting his cum into her mouth! And she was swallowing it! She fought her own orgasm just long enough to make sure she got every drop, then threw her head back, her mouth wide and gasping, as the. Even human locals, as contrasted with local wildlife. When #2 was on mission, he was as good as it gets. It was only when the mission was being planned that he felt insecure and uncertain. Once the mission was defined, he was steady and true.He had spent the last ten hours, since eight thirty that morning in the park. Sometimes he was feeding pigeons and squirels, sometimes he was reading a novel or newspaper, making sure he turned the pages regularly, sometimes he was people watching, and.