The Beast in Control, Ch. 7
2003-07-08
I set the meeting date and time for 6:00pm the next evening, one day prior to the date I had given Ms. Ramada and hoped it would work out. Mrs. Whitman's luring was not a difficult task, either. I simply moved into her house one evening when she and her husband were at a local society event and traded a blank cassette for the one on which she fucks five black studs. I carefully peeled off the labels and transferred them to the blank cassette, which I then inserted, into the slot where the original tape had been. Making several copies of the tape was no difficulty. I edited one of the copies and slipped it between the door and the storm door of her house. When she followed the instructions and placed it into the VCR, a signboard with printed instructions came up telling her to watch the tape and then to follow the instructions at the end. I had edited the tape to the point that it had been reduced to noting but a series of cum shots and shots of her face reacting to each surge of jism. There she was in all her glory, covered in cum from face to glorious blonde pussy. After each short scene, I inserted a picture of various leaders in the community: other School Board members, her priest, her mother, the garage mechanic she used for her BMW, her two best friends, and the minister of the Black Baptist church in town, etc. At the end of the video, the signboard instructed her to keep this little episode a secret from everyone, I including her husband, or else the video would reach each and every one of those persons she had just seen pictures of. In addition, I gave her the mailing address of the local underground cable TV station – run by several high school students – and told her that I could guarantee they would tap into the closed-circuit system at Crestline High to let the students there know exactly what their School Board President was up to. I set a meeting time for 9:00 in the evening of the same day as the cheerleader targets were to meet me. I instructed her to travel to the state forestland just behind my lair and to park at the second picnic table area inside the park gates.
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I watched from my vantage point as she viewed the tape, then rewound the last part and viewed it again. I observed her body language and understood immediately that I had struck a responsive chord. She held her face in her hands and sobbed. She ran to the bookshelf and ripped open the box. She took out the tape I had inserted and plunged it into the VCR in place of the one she had just viewed. When she realized it was truly a blank tape and that I actually had the other, she fell to her knees in the room and sobbed, her entire body shaking. After climbing from my observation perch, I strolled home in the shadows to plan my next move. Four of the five were set up for their eventual abductions and downfall, but I had yet to set in motion my plan for Mrs. Van Heusen, Crestline's principal. I knew something about her that few knew. I knew she was having an affair; I knew who she was having the affair with; I knew he was married; I knew when they usually met; I knew where they usually met; I knew most of what they did when they met. But I was also aware that Mrs. Van Heusen was not married and revealing this relationship to anyone would not be a heavy enough lever to push her into any sort of meeting. Such a revelation would only serve to injure him and his wife. I actually had nothing on her to blackmail her at all.Here we glad to present you the best Thessaloniki escorts from Thessaloniki. ... This is a not a site of some Thessaloniki escort agency - our purpose is to ...
While this was my usual method of operation, it would not work with her. I had given it some thought over the past months and I had come to the conclusion it would simply have to be a 'snatch and run' in order to get this woman into my underground abode. So, I ran all of my old plans through my head to see which might fit the current situation. I had observed her from secret vantage points, yes; but my observations led me to no specific conclusions. I never actually got a close look at her body. I never had the opportunity to spy on any of her dressing or undressing routines. The most I had ever seen was her body in a one-piece bathing suit while swimming in her neighbor's pool. I had, of course, sneaked into her house on more than one occasion, but there was nothing to find. No erotic lingerie, no tell-tale sites on the computer. No marital aids (toys). There was absolutely nothing to indicate that she was anything more than a normal woman who had been divorced and was now having a physical relationship with a married man. She jogged, but never at night and a daylight snatch would be too difficult. She hardly ever went out except to meet her "friend" at a small motel far outside the city. Movies were not her 'thing' unless she was with several teacher friends from school. She was rarely alone outside of her home and inside her home, her unfriendly boxer was too much of a built-in alarm system for me to chance.Greece Escorts on the Eros Guide to Female Escorts and Escort ...
It would have to be clever. It would have to be unexpected. I had a plan, but I was not certain it would work. Each Wednesday evening, the two lovers would meet for dinner at an Italian restaurant some 20 miles outside of town; then they would drive to their favorite motel where they apparently had a standing reservation, as they always took the same room. I had rented the adjoining room several times over the past six months and had listened to their lovemaking through the thin walls. I had also bored several observation ports into the walls of the room and could view most parts of the room quite well. While I could not see the bed directly – it was against the wall separating the two rooms – I could look into the mirror that was hung directly opposite the bed and view most of the action. My plan was a bit daring, as it involved revealing myself for a moment – at least my voice – but it seemed to be the only way I could arrange for her to be alone. On this Wednesday evening, I secreted myself in the small copse of trees just to the east of the motel, not twenty feet from the freestanding pay phone at the edge of the parking lot. After the two had been in their room for some 45 minutes, I called their room and spoke in a rather breathless tone, "Is Jonathan there? No, don't hang up! I know he is there with you. I must talk to him! He is about to be caught with you!" There was a clatter as the phone dropped to the bedside table and then picked up again with the question coming from him, "Who the hell is this? What do you want?" "Jonathan, just consider me a friend.Istanbul Escort - The Best Girl to Spend Your Time with in Turkey Everyone has to experience rough phases in life and would need a good vacation in order to recuperate. Once in a while you need to let go of your problems at home and work and just de-stres
It didn't take two minutes for him to come out of the door with his pants on but no shirt, carrying his shoes, tie, jacket and briefcase in his hands. He jumped into his Camry and threw gravel all over the place streaking out of the parking lot. I watched the door swing closed, knowing she was still inside in a state of undress, and rushed to reach it before it could lock. I didn't make it and had to knock lightly. When she called out, "Who's there?" I simply told her, in a lowered voice, that it was Jonathan and that I had forgotten my wallet. She jerked open the door and I slammed into her body, throwing her back onto the bed. I kicked the door closed and rushed to the side of the bed where I threw my body across hers, straddling her hips with my knees clamping her upper arms to her sides. I leaned forward and placed a hand over her mouth both so she would not scream, and also to put the piece of gauze pad into place over her nose. I retrieved the bottle of chloroform from my pocket and unscrewed the top with one hand. I took a deep breath and held it as I dripped the contents onto the gauze covering her nose. She immediately knew what it was and in a reflex action, drew in a deep breath to try to avoid inhaling the fumes. Her reaction served to defeat her purpose in that her intake of breath was already filled with the fumes. Her eyes rolled upward and her muscles went slack over a period of the next two or three minutes. When she was totally limp and pliable, I got off her body, re-capped the bottle, thrust the gauze pad into a plastic baggie and began to inspect my most recently-captured quarry. This woman was entirely different from the others I had been observing.Famous Escort is an international escort agency, with offices in Paris, Brussels, Amsterdam, Luxembourg, Geneve, London, Zurich...
Heavier, thicker in the thigh, broader in the hip, she was nearly of Rubenesque proportions. What attracted my eyes, of course, was the thatch between her alabaster-white thighs. It was not a full bush, but trimmed in a deliberate, straight line, some two inches in width. The strip of hair extended from just about what would be her bikini line directly into the valley between her legs. I lifted one leg and moved it wider apart from the other and noticed that while the edges of her pussy lips had been carefully shaved, the strip ran directly along those lips until it disappeared near her anus. Delightfully different! And the hair was red! Golden-red and shiny! Curly and still wet from the beginnings of a sexual interlude that had not yet reached fruition. And thick! I mean that the strip of hair appeared to be something like a heavy-duty Mohawk haircut on some grunge-rocker's shaved head. Thick, coarse, heavily curled. I could not resist running my fingers through it and tugging it. My fingers came away moist and I sucked at them to assess the deliciousness of this pussy. I was not disappointed. Her skin was freckled everywhere. Stomach. Rib cage. Breasts.İstanbul Erkek Eskort
Chest. Shoulders. Nose. Tiny auburn freckles appeared all over her upper body. Hmmmm, how I would love to play 'connect-the-dots' with my tongue! And her breasts. Huge! Larger than I had imagined upon any other observation. I reached for her beige bra that had been hung across the back of the side chair. 44DD was stamped into the label. Industrial-strength straps and elastic for this one, I could guarantee. The aureoles were pink. I had not expected that. I had rather expected an auburn-to-brown coloring for her. But no, they were pink. As were the nipples that sat directly in their centers. Not long nipples.call girls athens milan escorts angelica heart escort priscilla bella ellada escort escort girls in greece mature escorts avantgarde escort alison star dhaka escort escorte eu athens call girls tera bond italia escort
But fat! If I were to estimate their diameter, I would say perhaps the aureoles were 3 ½ inches in diameter and the nipples were at least ¾ of an inch in diameter as well…. still swollen from immediately-recent sucking, I supposed. I honestly liked what I was looking at. But I didn't really have the time to enjoy the sights. I had to get her out of the room in case Jonathan wised up and returned. I did, however, take the opportunity to slip one long finger deep inside her pussy, which was already well lubricated and offered no resistance. What struck me as unusual was the fact that my finger touched "bottom" in a matter of inches. I could not even insert the entire thing without touching fleshy walls. I found the hard circle of her cervix ring before the entire 4 ½ inch length of my finger had found its way inside. Quite unusual, I thought; for a woman to have such a shallow pussy cavern. I moved my finger around in circles, stretching and pulling at her skin and lips; and while her juices flowed freely with this unconscious stimulation, I could enter her no further than the original 4 – 4 ½ inches. Thought-provoking scenes flashed through my head, but I shoved them aside to lay myself into the task at hand. Searching the room and gathering every stitch of her clothing I could find, I stuffed it into the backpack I carried. I took her lipstick and printed on the dresser mirror, "Jon, don't look for me; I'll be back when I get my head on straight; it can't go on like this much longer. " I put the backpack on my back, stooped beside the bed, pulled on her arms and slid her across my shoulders in the now-familiar fireman's carry, and moved to the door.escort service dubai blue monday escort female escorts vipescortbayanlar cat istanbul escort bayanlar escort in europe the athens escorts safira white monique covet escort escort in france megan cole escort slovakia
I listened for a moment before switching off the lights and opening the door.-
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