Priya Anjali Rai

No reference was made to an execution or hanging, just the “procedure.” The condemned were referred to as “patients.” Jessica was both upset and amused by the information. The brochure discussed recommended patient attire for the procedure—dressy but not too formal (no slacks, shorts or jeans were allowed) and strongly recommended taking care when they approached the procedure site, some women due to nervousness Brunette had tripped in their high heeled shoes and injured themselves. Jessica had grimly mused, “I certainly wouldn’t want to be ‘injured’ while I was being hanged. And I can’t be hanged in slacks, jeans, or shorts; they have a dress code for executions!” There were several paragraphs on sanitary precautions that the “patient” should take before the “procedure.” A second brochure explained the post-procedure activity (Jessica assumed that she would not need to concern herself with that). The post procedural activity included allowing the pornstar “patient” to remain Big Boobs on the apparatus for at least an hour to insure that the procedure was successful. “What an awful thing to do to someone,” thought Jessica, “I take this to mean that my body will hang on the gallows for an hour to make certain that I’m dead!” The next passage covered the removal of the patient to a post-procedural care facility (the morgue, she assumed) for examination and washing of the patient. There was also a scheduled Coroner’s Inquest and Post-procedure quality review, which would begin promptly at 3:30 PM on the day of the procedure. Jessica was not particularly interested in the “post-procedure” activity for an obvious reason. She was mildly amused by the verbiage and horrified by the matter of fact discussion. She did read the next brochure with a sad interest. A third brochure described the return of the patient to the family and the options (including costs) for funeral services. Patients were encouraged to plan for their “final needs” another euphemism, with some care. The families would be comforted by this closure and the patient could attend the procedure with greater ease if she knew that all the final needs were planned. “Yes,” Jessica reflected wryly, “I will certainly be much happier when they hang me now that I know that my funeral is already planned. My God, is this some sort of bad joke?” The court brochure indicated that a public viewing of the patient was a final requirement of the “procedure.” “My God, they require a viewing,” Jessica had said to herself. These brochures were chillingly amusing. This society treated executions as if they were outpatient surgery procedures. They were planning a quality review after her execution! They expected the “patients” to follow a dress code for their blowjob execution! She wondered, “If I show up in shorts and a tank top, will they send me home?” She had read the information earlier in the week and was upset by all of it. It seemed so unreal, yet today was the day. In a little while, she would walk out of this house, never to return. All week long, she had obsessed over how she would look today. She had spent the bulk of her time with her husband and child, but whenever she was alone with her thoughts, she would daydream, fantasize almost, about her final appearance. Her narcissism gratified her in a perverse, yet very powerful way, alleviating the mounting horror of her impending doom. How she would dress her hair. Almost ...what role she would play. In the end, her choice had reflected her own sense of personal style and complexity. Playing the part of herself, combining her propensities toward elegance and sensuality. She applied makeup sparingly: just a touch of blush Hardcore to add a little color to her creamy skin, a highlight of shadow on her eyelids, topped off with a natural gloss on her full lips. On a quixotic impulse, she dabbed on her favorite perfume. She checked her hands and feet. Her manicure and pedicure was perfect, she was wearing a delicate shade of rose-pink nail polish on her fingers and toes. Now for her earrings, tiny pearl studs. He filled her mouth for the second time since they arrived on the island and she swallowed every last drop yet again. Still sitting there in my bra and skirt, I cupped my breasts and teased my erect nipples as I looked at his still growing cock. Everyone parted before me, letting me pass. What did you eat for lunch?” I begin just as I did with Allison. “On, Mrs. Baker, yes!” I moaned. “Oh they can Lenny.” I said, “Well most girls can if the attention that their tits are getting is right.” “Thanks,” I said as we hurried past other students who were melting into classrooms. “1, 2… 3!’ I began passionately kissing Monica on the lips while rolling her right nipple between my thumb and index finger. My heart is beating so fast as I reach the forest, smacking against branches, stepping on rocks and twigs, completely covered in cum. He just pounded harder bringing her to a couple crazy body racking orgasms before he finally busted a big nut deep inside her pussy. But I sure liked the view of the two nude girls and their beautiful bums. Like the girls, she was skimpily dressed, just a tube top and blowjob a skirt. I was totally confused, but very, very horny, and I wanted to jack off in the worst way pornstar just thinking about Kelly in the yard and doing her aborted strip tease. The clothes even smelled like him. “I wanna fuck you.” He was near a table and pulled me with him as he edged back to lean against the table. I wave him in and Big Boobs tap the bed. Relax, April; you’re going to feel a little pressure.” Tomas responded cheerfully, “It would seem we have quite a lot at stake, and more to come.” Tomas looked at his cards, looked around at the other players, and checked. A regular guy with a huge cock that had a strange power over me. It didn’t Hardcore sound that big.” “I had help.” I replied, connecting eyes with Night Eyes as she ascended the steps. The girl just replied, That’s great.” We would jump and dive, swim and fight, wrestle each other in the water. “Okay, I won’t.” “Cernere's black cunt, that's good. They did feel my butt a little but they mostly just stared at Brunette my chest as my shirt hung open.