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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 “patient” to remain 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 execution! She hentai 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 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. “It’s clever, if I may say so. “Against orders, I might add.” “Second, that time that we just watched each other masturbate close up. And so we walked home together too. My legs are soaked. She bends over and licks Emily's wetness from my face. Fredo sat down next to us and was jerking off. It sank deep into my skin, my blood vessels and muscles feeling like they could remain firm for hours. Then she slowly swung open the door, keeping most of her body shielded out of sight behind it. The spell had been broken. hentai Aimee’s eyes widened as she looked. It got even worse though because once the man had shot his load down Tracey’s throat he decided he wanted some pussy and five minutes later he was deep inside Tracey pounding away and as a delighted Emily squealed, We never know how long someone we love will stay in our lives so it’s best to love them like it is the last day you will have them. Will they.” with that she leant back against the headboard and continued to watch her daughter stroke me. “Chad - she's had enough!” Chloe shouted while still feverishly fucking herself to another orgasm with her index and middle finger, “Put her – AHH AHH - on the floor – UGGGHHH!” His wild mane of gold hair danced about his shoulders. I tried to talk her into wearing the other one, arguing that it was unlikely anybody else was at the beach, but no luck. I should know better. He then moved his fingers to her nipple and used every ounce of his finger strength to pinch that nipple as hard as he could. As I knelt there watching my captors urinating on my dress, the arousal I had felt earlier at having to strip for them grew. Gina spoke up, “Okay, good, now, we’re going swimming. You are a disgrace. In her mind’s eye she saw her as she was before the hair was grown out and bleached, before the skin was inked and pierced, singing in convent chapels like this one in the expectation of eternal life. He grinned at me. “Just working that slut's mouth up and down my cock, huh?” Truthfully, she was feeling better than she ever had in her life. She walked over to her dresser and got a white bra. Barely resisting the urge, she whacked her cupped palm against the underside of the same tit, choking off a fresh round of sobs as the aching flesh was pushed upward, jiggling and making her full milk glands throb. Laura agreed hurriedly. “But if she dumps you and you can’t find another woman, you’ll go back to fucking guys?”