Oh my god. Indian Sex Taking out my knife, I stuck the bag, possible hitting her face, who cares, she was mine. Her ass-hole or her cunt, which one. “Hey what are doing”
“Taking a piss ass-hole, what is it to you shit-for-brains”
As I walk towards the car’s light, I started to make out the silhouette of large man, a police man. And to the tread I tied a five pound dumbbell. I pull her up by her hair, and released the tourniquet. As I started to relax, memories started to come up. He destroyed me. “I would like to tell you my dream, it was about you and pleasure I took. “That is alright, I am sorry I led you on. She was a pretty woman, maybe late thirties, nice teeth, had nice skin, once. Her tongue, which only moments ago was against the sole of my boot, now darted between my holes. . . I could hear her breathing through the cloth. I must have pushed a dozen pins through each nipple in a matter of moments. I know signs, a few and I knew this one.
