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Paul rose slightly after he had finished, feeling quite relieved and getting aroused by the boy covered in his BDSM shit. "Clean me with your tongue, bitch. You're gonna be my toilet paper. Wipe me clean.˝ he commanded, his imposing body alone being all the authority he needed. He obeyed the following order with much pleasure, using his tongue as blowjob a toilet paper, going deep inside Paul's asshole. He moaned in utter arousal, as he was aware he was an object in the eyes of this man. He hoped to please him. The city above was mostly unaware of the carnage in the subway, and what was worse, there were few people unaffected by the intoxicating chemical. The effects would not be visible in most occasions, so the mass of women dragging their husbands by force to clothes shops and boutiques routinely flooded the streets leading to these shops. An occasional street performer tried to get in some money for himself, but was not always successful. Paul emerged from the subway station and looked around - a mime caught his attention. He had always hated them and their stupid performances, so this one would perform for the last time today. With sure steps, he strode over to the performer in white and black clothes, and stood before him for a few moments. The mime artist was dazzled by the buff martial artist in front of him, and so, began to imitate the movements of martial artists, to the best of his ability. This was received with some small laughter from bystanders. Nobody had the faintest idea that the dude with towering hair was a fresh mass murderer. Paul heard the audience laughing - and the anticipation of their deaths got all the sweeter. "Let's see who's got the last laugh, faggot" he said, before stepping closer to the mime. He started by making movements similar to what a mime would do, however, he then firmly grasped the man by the arms. He pulled him close and proceeded to bearhug him, squeezing him painfully. The mime blinked at the words spoken, before beginning to groan and grunt in pain. Strangely, he did not resist, but tried to imitate the movements of a person who was running out of oxygen. Or, was he even imitating? In any case, his eyelids were starting to drop. Paul crossed his arms and while keeping the bearhug locked in, gripped each of the mime’s shoulders with the opposite hand, and then, yanked downwards while squeezing the waist – the move set off a cascade of pops and cracks, mixed with hoarse, pitiful screams from the skinny performer. Multiple vertebrae and shoulders were destroyed in one go. Then Paul brutally pulled him back so as to ram his forehead against asian the mime’s skull, causing a whiplash effect that broke his neck in the process. japan He proceeded to turn around to the audience, then acted like he was opening an imaginary trash can, and put the mime inside - who collapsed on the spot. Then he searched the audience for his next victim, while a bulge was showing in his pants again. The nerd was trembling with excitement slightly behind Paul. Screams rang through the domination street. Some people saw the bulge grow in the pants of the killer, and gasped. A college student was carrying a bag with make-up and a few pieces of clothes in it. Good-looking, she liked to make herself look even better. Still, her brain shorted out here. She could only say: ˝Oh, shit...˝, as the murder played out in front of her. Tony felt happier than he had ever been. The song of the birds was sweeter. The touch of the wind made his senses come alive. The grass was greener. Even the girls were prettier, though seeing them only made him want Manjula more. Her pussy had cum several times and its juices were domination spent, but they had shot so much cum inside her that their own emissions lubricated their further enjoyment of her once-hidden cove. We had all the video we needed for our little blackmail scheme. Matt shrugged. “You were fantastic TT; you really are a natural at flashing. Moments later I found a open parking spot and pull my car into “ Scott I never been to an Pentecostal Holiness Church. He proofs, that both webcams are working, by filming some test-videos. He lowered his BDSM pants, and started to pull down his underwear, but I stopped him. Willy stashed Dixie’s cash in my night stand and we were done for the week. As the day progressed I relaxed realizing things were going to be ok. The one thing I did notice was I caught Lydia staring at me several times. ‘Looks like I’ve been missing out.’ She thinks. She had put on a light sky blue sari with a asian black colored sleeveless blouse. I told the men that they would no longer be needed and they could go home. I have fantasies too." I asked as we walked towards the elevator. Hesitantly I comply and wrap the blowjob blindfold around my head, covering my eyes. The blonde cried, watching the dog drill his cock in and out of her. You deserve better than her. The toilet was tightly packed in the corner and right across japan from it was my standing shower with a sliding door and its heavily fogged glass for privacy. I sat out on the porch swing till Katie came looking for me an hour later. Jim helped me get through all that...and that really made me love him in a new deeper way. “A dirty, sinful, whore!” Again, her mind was in a whirlwind. Jo stayed home and cleaned up some around the house and took a long shower and washed everything really good almost too good since the thought of what to come has kept him hard as hell since before they ate! Karen dressed quickly and left.