The crazy, fucking bitch wanted it. Sex I was in love. I…I was speechless. She had such control. First thing, I’m not playing for the other side. Do it!”
Then, she slapped me—hard. A swelling of hate and rage deep in my chest exploded into my mind. It came back to me, everything. I couldn’t get my fucking deficient, alcohol-free brain to think of one goddamn reason why not me. I could no longer think. Barely grazing it with her fingers, but it was enough. God, her scent! I watched her stomach gently rise and lower with her breathing. I had almost killed her. All of a sudden, someone lowered their face to mine. I was still covered in all her wetness, even more wetness now. And then Candy touched my cock. I could no longer think. I liked my choices. How hard would it be to get rid of her body? I felt her try to swallow. “Did you get it out of you, Gail? Fuck! “Give in, Gail,” she said. I looked down as I exhaled all my fucking worries out between her legs. And still, she held my wrist tightly, pulling my hand against her throat. Her face was almost purple now, her lips were starting to turn blue. “Do it.
