Too many Friday the 13ths. Just too many. Valentine's Day is always tomorrow.I hear the scream. High pitched but cut off. Fuck the self pity. I start ...to jog towards the source of the sound.There are three of them. One is kneeling near her head, holding a knife to her throat. He's wrapped some sort of gold cord around her neck. It seems redundant, though it glows in the darkness. The second is using his knife to cut away her dress, exposing her legs and belly. The third is standing to the side,. I dropped her off at the bar and went to the local strip bar to entertain myself until she text me to tell me she was on her way home with her boy.My phone pinged a message, Claire was in a taxi on the way back with Craig, she would be home in 15 minutes.I quickly got up, paid my tab and jumped in the car home, it was a half hour drive to get back so it left enough time for them to start before I joined them.I made it to the front door and opened it quietly, I could see her blouse and skirt on. ” This driver knows me well, so he stomps on the accelerator. We pull out of there in a cloud of smoke and screaming tyres. While we go down the street he activates his radio to call control, giving them the location, the number plate, and I give him the radio number as well.A moment later the controller calls back to say that cab should be in the service depot, and not on the road. They’re now checking the depot.A couple of streets away we see a police car, so we stop to tell him what we saw. I took the handle and put it to her lips, as she licked all her juices off the handle. Do it again, baby, she said. I plunged the brush into her pussy again, starting all over. I fucked harder, and faster this time, as my hand found her tight little brown asshole. It was tight usually but in this position I found it open and covered in her cum. I slid a finger into her as the brush fucked her pussy. She held onto my shoulders as I fucked both of her holes. I felt her go rigid as she came, her.