=Playing dead for Daddy=

Once she knew where our "date" was heading, she asked
if I wouldn't let her take a handful of Xanax first to ease
her passage out of life. How could I refuse? I'm not an
insensitive monster, after all.  She sucked my cock like
a real pro and then I flipped her over & fucked her ass
good & hard while the drug took effect.
She cried a little when I put the bathrobe tie around her slender neck
 but she didn't struggle. I think she'd entertained hopes that it was only a game.
Only at the very end, when her body was in its last
struggle for air, did she put up the feeblest of resistance.
But by then it was too late; the Xanax had taken effect
& she was oxygen-starved. She wasn't very strong to begin
with…hardly more than 125 pounds or so & no muscle
at all…if she'd ever had any muscle, the hormones had melted them away.
She went relatively easily, almost, I'd like to think, even eagerly.
She didn't suffer much, I assure you.
Look, I only gave her what she fantasized about. Her
blog was full of stories & references to erotic death & she'd written to me herself about such fantasies. She shouldn't have tempted fate so enticingly if she didn't intend to pay the piper when he came a-calling.
Anyway, what's done
is done and she's "done." She died sexy, just
as she would have wanted, panties down around her ankles with a tummy & a pussy full
of man's cream. Now that it's over, if she could, I'd think she'd
tell you that she didn't mind going the way she did,
that she wouldn't take back what happened.
I'm positive that she'd thank me.