He did not notice, he was too busy trying to use his broken hands to push the sword out of his throat. “You know what little traitor, I am going fuck you as you choke on my sword handle and there is nothing indian you can do about it,” I said and moved so my sex was pressed towards his groin. He actually had managed to get the massive sword out a few inches, I pushed it back in as I did my best to excite him. It is funny how the human body works. He was staring back at me in utter panic, but somehow the recognition of the reality of his situation made his restraints go away. He was no longer just semi erect and his cock was sliding into my sex as he stared back at me in a lethargic fashion comparable with my own the other day. I gave him my best possible fuck as I watched him suffer from the lack or air. He did some weak attempts to get free, but between my super natural strength and the massive weight of the sword that kept his head pinned down there was little he could do. This exotic way of murder; I got a real thrill from the wickedness of it. I felt myself approaching climax and thrashed wildly as passion washed over me. As my I came down from my climax I realized that he was not moving anymore. Some time during the act he had fainted. Was he still alive at this point? I could not care less. I made sure to break his neck as I pulled the sword out just to be sure. It felt very satisfying watching his violated corpse on the floor, but I realized I could not dwell on the scene. If I wanted to keep my arm I would need to stop and loosen the tourniquet on my arm. I will spare you details of the pain from attending my injury, but I can ensure you it hurt lots. A while later I was ready to start searching Big Tits for Elenore. Actually it did not take long. I found her bound and gagged in the bunk room. Her body was literally covered in layers of dried semen. “Are all the bastards dead?” she asked as I freed her. “I killed six so far, one them being the treacherous sellsword from the caravan, but I don’t know how many they are,” I answered as I rubbed her limbs to restore circulation. “That is all of them,” Elenore replied, but the tone in her voice was still tense. I waited for her until she continued. “I am so sorry for the other day. I didn't dare to hold back when they told me to hurt you since they had brought forward the whip. The older bruises still hurt lots.” “Lucky for me you don't have super strength,” mature I said. I gave her a smile, it was not like I would hold her responsible for what the bandits forced her to do. Well actually it was just like me to take revenge, but I had just mutilated the male pigs that had tormented me so I was kind of satisfied for the moment. She relaxed as she heard my words, but her fear was rather reasonable. She of course, made whistle and hooting sounds, like at a strip club. Then be patient and wait for whichever one it is to decide if the moment is right and it's safe to pay you a visit. “Sally! My dick in comparison was fully cut, reddish-white, and just under 6 inches. As soon as she felt his piss touch her hand she brought it back down inside the safety of the leaf pile with an excited squeal. "Good boy James," she said as she put her fingers under my chin and tilted my face back to look at her. “Not with little kids around.” This next jump would have to be a four-point landing. She was still gasping for air, her abdomen still contracting almost violently when my husband let his softening cock slip out of her. His cock stuck out, fully erect and pulsing as if sensing it was about to taste a vagina for the very first time. My eyes had already filled with tears from the discomfort of having such delicate flesh pinched, and at this additional verbal wound the first drop of salt water trickles down onto my cheek. She was driving me towards a screaming orgasm. Daddy really loved me. I hadn't made a fool of myself Friday night at the dinner. Let go of your nipples, and you might want to warm that jaw up because it’s going to be busy.” Three of the men, the oldest, fell to the ground, struck with heart attacks. I grabbed onto her plush yet petit ass with my hands as I became determined to drive myself mature further and further into her. She reached up to move the mirror, and holding full eye contact with me slowly winked and drove off. One was even fat – how could she think of herself as pretty? Their fingers and hands made more and more contact with my butt, perineum, scrotum and penis. Aaaahhhh….. He heard her moving and he moved towards her, her arms wrapping around him, holding him to her soft luxurious body and he closed his eyes, comfortable in her embrace. Then he buried the head of his dick into the front of my crack, and he began rubbing his dick against my pussy.” At the restaurant, they took a table Big Tits for two in the window, which was up five or six steps from street level, so they indian had both a nice view and a nice amount of privacy. We get out new toys and head back in. We go back stage and open up our dresses. The floor feels like stone, not like a concrete floor, but a stone floor. This was my power.