”“I’ll remember,” she grimmaced. “You make it sound as ifI was walking into some grisly scene straight out of aGothic no...vel.”“It’s not quite that bad…” he laughed, “…but theHightower family is just a little bit different andsomewhat weird.”“You can’t scare me off now, Michael Hightower!” shereturned in mock anger. “I’ve read all those tales ofwerewolves and vampires. And I’ve come. But the ones that were too tough to let little things like potentially-mortal injuries get in their way would certainly be deserving of their new titles.Such grievous injuries also meant that bodily fluids from bleeding bodies and voided bowels proliferated alongside the growing number of corpses. The straw on the floor was filthy; covered in shit, barf, bits of flesh, and every other bodily fluid known to man. The dirt underneath had grown muddy with the piss and blood of a dozen victims. . “Are you ready to cum, little Aimee?” He asked, slowing down a bit and planting some fear of a repeat from yesterday.“Yeth, Inthructor Mike. I’m thooooo clothe!”“Beg me to finish off your puny cocklet! Tell me what a horny girl you are!” He demanded as he maintained the same slower pace on my peepee.“Pleathe, Thir! I want to be a guhd guhrl for you. I want to therve you. Pleathe make my peepee djibble.”His fingers started picking up speed and my writhing returned. He could probably tell. "So how was it with Becky?" he asked. I was pleased that he had asked that; he knew there was some sort of surprise coming for him, and he was still more concerned with my feelings. It made me happier to give him this present. But first... "Jake, I'm afraid that I made a mistake," I told him. I pulled my dress over my head, leaving me in just panties and a bra. "It's after 7PM and I am wearing panties. Maybe you should punish me first, and then I'll tell you what happened with Becky."Jake.