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The female guard then unties the hospital gown and lets it fall to the floor. (Prisoners are executed in the nude supposedly because the added humiliation is to be part of their punishment, but frankly I have always thought it was so the mortuary team wouldn’t have to undress them and pull off dresses and underwear soaked with feces and urine.) The female guard draws the condemned woman’s wrists together behind her back, and one of the male guards handcuffs her. She is then led out the door, a few brief steps along the rubber mat, up the steps and onto the block, which is large enough for three people to stand on the top. She has a male guard on either side of her, holding her arms. The guard on her right reaches out with one hand and secures the noose. While the guard on the left holds both arms and steadies the prisoner, the one on the right slips the noose around her neck and cinches it under her jaw just below the right ear. He nods to the guard on the left. Each guard keeps one hand on the prisoner’s elbow, place their other hands on shaved the prisoner’s upper back and lower back respectively, and without any word or further delay they “assist” her, as the official terminology says, off the block. They don’t actually push unless the prisoner is struggling. If the prisoner is quiet and resigned, as most are, they gently but insistently move her forward until she steps off the block. The condemned woman drops two to three feet and is suspended. The rope tightens and bites into her neck, there is a kind of “huuh!” from her oral as if she had received a sudden blow, her head is tilted forcibly upward and to the left at an angle, and then for anywhere from sixty seconds to fifteen minutes or more, she does the Dance of Death, which is always fascinating to watch. Every Dance is slightly different, as unique as a snowflake. Occasionally the prisoner’s neck is broken, but the idea that a broken neck causes instantaneous death on the gallows is a myth. You can tell the neck is broken because there are no major convulsions, but there is severe twitching and palpitating in the body and the hanging woman’s head rolls pov back and forth, sometimes blood coming from her mouth as she bites her tongue. I have seen this go on for six or seven minutes before death occurs. Usually, however, the drop does not break the neck, and death is by strangulation. After the drop the condemned woman usually kicks wildly on air for several minutes, which of course has the effect of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and forth, Hardcore the rope creaking. With the swinging of her body and the heaving of her chest as she tries to draw breath, her breasts jiggle and bounce enticingly. She writhes and twirls at the end of the rope, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her head. Most hanged women attempt to do the “bunny hop,” trying to jump or draw themselves upward to take a little of the pressure off the noose and perhaps draw a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they succeed, although the resulting slight downward drop cinches the noose still tighter around their necks. Very occasionally a hanged woman is able to twist herself around and actually get her toes or feet back up on the block for a few seconds. In that case the guards, who have by now come down from the block and are standing on either side of it in order to prevent that very thing, push her feet off and set her swinging again. Generally speaking, although not always, the first wild convulsions and kicking dies down after a few minutes, and then comes the awful stretching, as the hanged woman’s toes seem to stretch down and her body arches, as she seeks some kind of floor beneath her to ease the agony of the rope. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to turn more than swing, first to the right and then to the left. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to look into the eyes of a hanged woman who has reached this phase, because you can tell that she is entirely conscious still, suffering beyond imagination, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the prisoner makes small, odd gasping noises, although not always. After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or spasmodic phase, as the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the fluttering of the toes, quivering of the breasts, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her tongue lolls out of her head, a bright cyanosed blue almost like something out of a cartoon. The official finish is considered to be when bowels and bladder relax in death and a stream of feces and urine is released into a tile trough with drains that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hose quickly washes the excrement down the drain and standing on a stool and wearing latex tits gloves, he cleans the dangling body with an alcohol and disinfectant-soaked wash cloth. At this point death is presumed to have occurred, but in my experience it’s generally about thirty seconds after she shits. You can see the light go out in their eyes, like turning off a lamp. Now, as fascinating as it is watching a naked woman do the Dance of Death, while all of this is going on the guards are not just standing there observing. There are other women who must join their erring sister on the gallows. I would happily give them to you," he says smiling. Paul doesn’t have the length to make me Hardcore gag, or the girth to block my breathing.” My eyes squeezed shut for a moment as my entire body tensed. oral x x x x x x If I was going to help my sister, I might as well go all the way. Then he rubs her leg softly. My motivation for looking up pregnancy at closer tits to my age had nothing to do with that, at least that is what I told myself. She wasn't nude to shower in the locker room. Linda peeked over the top of her sunglasses, “Now THAT will be my very great pleasure.” “$150 to fuck my daughter and buy the cake,” my mother said, putting her arm around my shoulder. Obediently and eagerly, she tore herself away from the wall and stripped, getting rid of her shirt, then her bra. pov She was shifting in her seat, her head hanging low as if someone had just tickled her neck. Doris was panting, her eyes half shut. “And I don't fuck other futas because Paloma doesn't make me cum with her clit-dick, I do it because she loves eating futa-cum out of pussy.” “Come on, get the poor thing in here. You see, I was blessed with having very trusting neighbors, all of which had one or more beautiful daughters whose ages ranged from 15-18, and all were in high school. Her delicious voice echoed through the air. We both disliked our fathers more than our mothers but for different reasons. If you and I… you know… would that be cheating on them, or do you think we should break up with them?” I looked around and was disappointed to not see anyone shaved within 100 metres. Kit closes his eyes and starts to inhale deeply as his nose is filled with a sexy earthy, lemony scent as a pair of soft lips press against his. I`m your new neighbour. SMACK! She knew he was hard from watching the video. My only regret is that both Brian and Brittany, kinda like each other after playing the game. Her kids and grandchildren have moved away and Tammy has been seriously depressed. they move into a beautiful 69. Another ten minutes, I'd say she'd be out of danger.