There he forced her to strip her clothes, then put her hands behind her back and handcuffed her. Next he snapped iron manacles on both ankles. They were attached by a short chain so it was difficult for Sally to follow him down the long dark corridor. After passing through several prison doors that were shut behind her with a loud snap, Sally was placed in a cell. Her shackles were then removed, and the door was lock shut. "The judge will be here and you will be sentenced shortly," Deathmaster announced. Then he left. Sally waited, knowing it was a game, yet not liking the severity of the fact that she was actually alone and locked in a real prison cell. It was chilly in the cell, and a long wait . . . probably an hour or longer . . . before someone came. It was a strange man wearing a long black robe. He entered the cell, fondled Sally's body, and announced that he found her guilty. "You will die at the guillotine in the morning," he said. "Your execution will occur in the public square where it will be witnessed by hundreds." Then he left and the door slammed shut. She tried it. She was definitely locked in her cell. Suddenly this was no longer a joke. Sally regretted yielding to the temptation of another sexual arousal by death. It was a asian long cold, dark night. Sally had a mattress and blanket, but she could not sleep. She waited for the dawn and something more to happen. Just before dawn, Deathmaster entered the cell. Sally was glad to see him. He was dressed like a prison guard, even wearing a japanese gun on his hip. He brought her special clothes to wear for her execution, and made her put them on while he watched. The execution clothing amounted to a simple long black blowjob dress and nothing more. No bra. No panties. No shoes. Everything else was removed from her cell. Deathmaster then combed her long hair out and then rolled it up in a tight bun on the top of her head. "That is to make sure Hardcore the blade strikes clean against your neck," he said. Sally was shocked at his words. He was acting too serious. "I . . . I try to think what blowjob asian shop he’s talking about, we have nothing close to us except for a run down japanese sex shop. He and his deputies gazed at the statue and prayed for salvation. Jas—” I heard the nanomites within me state. He lifted my foot to the edge of the bed then his finger teased around my hole before gently sliding in one meaty knuckle at a time until it was all the way in. I gasped as he pressed against my sweet spot, and I almost came. Zach could not focus on the game. I could feel his member Hardcore moving under the skin. Suck it.” We went on a few more rides then Ryan asked us if we were hungry. The trainer introduced Cindy to a young muscular masseuse. The dog was licking himself down.