”“How have you stayed out of prison?”“The cops are idiots. They never look for a woman as the killer unless there is a jilted lover angle.”�...��Do you have any remorse at all? No compassion for your victims?”“Why should I? I am a goddess. They should be honored to suffer and die for my amusement.”Matt turned to Vito. “If you want to stop her you are going to have to kill her, turn her in to the cops or enslave her.”Vito stared at his wife and shook his head. “The first two are out of the question.. ...FUCK OH FUCK" THE NOISES I MADE FILLED THE ROOM AS 4 THICK JETS OF YOUNG POTENT SEMEN ERUPTED FROM THE TIP OF MY COCK, SOME LANDING ON MY STOMACH THE REST BEING CAPTURED IN FIONAS LACY PANTS RIGHT BEFORE HER EYES. I QUICKLEY NOTICED THE LOOK ON HER FACE WAS NOT ONE OF ANGER, SHE WAS STARING AT MY COCK, LUST IN HER EYES I THOUGHT. FOR A GOOD MINUTE SHE HELD HE GAZE ON MY COCK, STILL HARD, STILL POINTING ANGARILY IN THE AIR. THE REMAINS OF THE COME OOZING FROM THE FAT HELMET AT THE END. Again. He released her from her bonds and helped her off the bed carefully and had her kneel in the usual position while he finished cleaning up. He told her that he was going to fuck her now because she was his slut and he wanted to and knew, oh he knew, that she wanted him to. Without prompting, she plead and begged him to fuck her hard over and over and over again. He stood and helped her onto the bed and she saw that he had stripped naked and his cock throbbed, thick and hard, in the air.. Higher the hands went on my thighs. They teased the hems of the panties. I could feel my juices flowing. “Sarah, Ellen’s pussy is overflowing, through her panties.” Hands left my armpits and found my breasts; I jumped when my nipples were pinched. More juicing. “Her juices are running down her thighs.” I could feel breath in my ear and a tongue on the inside of my thighs. “Do you want to come?” the voice asked. “Please.” “Not yet” from the whisper as a tongue entered my ear. My nipples were.