Margie’s legs splayed a bit as she began to kick, and I noticed her tongue came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her white, tattooed body twisted and twirled at the end of the rope, over and over, “Uh…uh…uh…” She beat her cuffed hands against the small of her back, twisting them until her wrists bled. After a minute or so she tried “bunny hopping” to catch a breath, and that kept up for a good two minutes, her tits flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my legs trying to hide my beginning erection. Then she resumed kicking for a time and then suddenly she sagged and began to twitch. “goodbye junkie slut” I thought as she twitched. “All right,” I said quietly. “Let’s do number two.” Turning I led the guards back to the cell doors and opened the peephole on the second cell. Julia had her face to the wall and the female guard was just untying her hospital gown and letting it fall when I entered the cell. I watched the guard do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the cuffs, the female guard gently brought her arms behind her back, and he snapped the steel over her wrists. Her hands were a little plump, but shapely, and her lush red hair was permed flawlessly (She wanted to look good on the day), and her back and her buttocks were powdered with freckles which I had enjoyed touching so much. She turned around and I saw the full-figured woman, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knockers that I sucked on a founded for the last month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her shave it after our first encounter. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 hours ago we had our last session and she will be carrying the load I put in her pussy and the load she swallowed to eternity. But she did not share my enthusiasm, her face was stunned, like a deer in asian the headlights, and I notice that her whole body was glistening with sweat, the acrid sweat of fear. She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her eyes relax a bit tells me she still believe in my lie about making sure her boy will not be in the system and will be taken care of, sorry Julia, I only wanted your body and now its gone there’s no more value left. Julia didn’t say anything as they led her out. She faltered briefly when she saw the noose, and walked up the steps slowly but on her own. I looked over and I saw that Margie was still alive, swinging slowly, her legs weaving drunkenly and her toes straining for a floor they would never feel again. (As an aside, I am sometimes asked how the women who are last in line for execution react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more other naked female bodies dangling on ropes, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My answer to that may sound odd, but it’s true: they almost never look down the row, because their own noose is in front of petite them and that’s all they see. They’re fascinated by it. The few times I have seen a condemned woman look at those who were hanged before her, it’s like they don’t take it in. Their eyes turn back to their own noose.) The guard slipped the noose over Julia’s head and closed it under her right ear. She didn’t look at me, but instead closed her eyes and started drawing in deep, deep breath after breath, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to suck as much air and oxygen into her body as possible. I’ve noticed that a lot of women on the gallows do this. It’s not a pov good idea, because it simply prolongs the agony, but I suppose it’s almost instinctive when you know your breath is about to be choked off forever. The guards put their hands on Julia’s back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a moment she was going to start struggling, but the guard resumed the pressure on her back, and this time she let herself move forward until she dropped. Her tits were adorable large enough so that even from behind I could see them flop as she plunged and the rope snapped and creaked and she was suspended. Julia’s head started rolling back and forth immediately, but unlike Margie whose tongue had protruded instantly, Julia’s teeth were clenched and her face was a twisted rictus of pain. Her neck was thick and her body heavy, and you could see the rope biting into it, burning itself into her flesh. Her legs kicked frantically and her cuffed hands behind her back clenched and unclenched repeatedly, twisting and turning to try and get out of doggystyle the cuffs so she could grab the rope. Julia did the “scissors” for a bit, straightened legs going back and forth like scissors. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a minute, trying to draw at least one gasping breath, without success. Tom had Jessie's asscheeks in his hands and was lifting her up and down as she was impaled on his very moist cock. Not even caring that I was in the room, she got rid of her t-shirt, exposing her perfect breasts to me. James nodded. I made my doggystyle way through the cluttered garage to the kitchen door. “I... “Some of us haven’t had any for adorable a while. “That really inspires confidence… Please tell me you have an extra helmet!” Are you willing to come back to Cali with us?" She drank asian several more gulps and took a deep breath. I can see that, and all the times everyone pov has said it just cheapens the words compared to what I feel right now. “David, where are you?” Tina asked. “Try again Georgia.” My fingers corkscrewed into her filthy hole, wrapped with the coiling tension petite of her anus as her prostate spasmed ferociously. Your eyes!