Now I was brutally raping Miss Bunko in my basement. She would never see her husband again as she would be dead in one day. He found a new girlfriend ...and let us rape and murder his wife. He loved her but he wanted to see her dead body so we made a deal with him. We kidnapped sexy Bunko and paid her husband 100 million yen and would send him pictures of his murdered wife afterwards. We haven’t told her yet. I will tell her right before killing her.Miss Bunko wept and moaned as I shoved my dick. I grab you by the throat and tell you that it’s okay. I tell you to grab my ass and pull me in. You have tears running down your face, but do as you are told. I start going in and out, in and out. Deeper and deeper, bruising that tight little hole. I feel a mix of juices running out of your pussy, and you feel it on your ass. I really start to go faster and faster, and really deep…really fucking you hard. You are just screaming your little head off and digging your nails into my ass and back so. Violet smiled softly and gave Albert a peck on the cheek as he entered the front door; she smiled with smug satisfaction as he opened the items of post which had arrived for him, her mature cunt tingled excitedly as she saw him absorbed in a letter, the writing on the envelope immediately recognisable to her."Possible good fortune Albert dear?" Albert was more than happy to relate the contents."Possibly Violet; I've been asked if I could provide a demonstration for a couple in Hendon tomorrow,. .. let me get this out first, okay?” I kissed her again and we almost lost where we were going.“Go ahead, love. You and I have all the time in the world.”“I’m so glad,” she sighed. “I’m in both of these pictures. And I’m not the focus of either one. I’m behind the other model. Still, you’ve painted me with all the loving attention to detail that I’ve grown to expect from your touch and your kisses—from making love with you. I look at myself in your painting and, like with the nipple painting, I.