After a while I got up and looked out of my big bay window. When I bought the house I remodeled the first floor to make a nice apartment for myself, c...losed the hallway, except for my door and the staircase; upstairs was the original six bed floorplan, except I put in an extra full bath and a utility kitchen where the sixth bed used to be. Way too much effort, but it works pretty good, and I got an income, privacy, the nicest rooms, and a big bay window to stand in and think and watch the world. Of this thick monster in him and my own pleasure began to mount once again. Without even thinking about it my body pushed into him so that the entire length of the dildo pushed into him and my pelvis pressed against his ass. He again let out a loud guttural moan as I pressed my body into him. I held it there for a second but then started moving slowly out an inch or two and then pushing back into him so that my pelvis hit his ass each time. I slipped into a slow rhythm moving a couple of inches. They will know that I am the most willing sacrifice, that I volunteered for it, that I want it, that I want to be killed to show myself in my truest light, to demonstrate my absolute and total slavery, my total lack of self-determination, my total and wholly willing submission of my mind and body. They will know as I walk among them that I dream of being killed with a large sharp blade, a blade that I will kiss before it takes me, lick before it stabs me... They will know this, and I will for. M t shirt and a pair of Bermuda shorts. That brief fantasy of me talking to him was soon cut short my my over-processing and realistic brain. Forget it girl, he’s probably married. I soon had forgot about it and sauntered off to the shower. I note that when people are usually naked, (especially in erotic literature) they describe themselves and say their name. So I think I will follow suit. My name is Elizabeth de Groot. What is a naked body without a name? So there, we’ve met. Now for the more.