They did not need to be able to see the incredible action unfolding to know that the two mysterious girls had somehow survived being shot at and that ...they had killed Lieutenant Howser and the two uniformed officers. Howser’s muffled screams of agony had caused them all to shudder. None of them had ever experienced anything even remotely like this before. They were scientists, they dealt with the aftermath of crime. They had received no training in facing actual criminals. None of them had any. (My fingers are franticly fucking away now inside my tender pussy, while with my other hand I pinch and pull my nipple. The memories are still so vivid and motivational.) I recall how forcefully, mercilessly, brutally you pounded my defenseless pussy. And despite the pain, despite the humiliation of my “collar”, despite the cruel pulling of my precious red hair, you made me cum. You forced me to cum. I couldn’t have resisted you if I had wanted to. (Silently I move to straddle your gorgeous. Don't wallow in self pity. Mourning and grief are a natural process, so don't hold your grief back. Let it out, or it will surely make you bitter.I have been dreaming of your father, lately. The dreams started early this year. We would be in that field where we went to picnic all the time when you were little, remember? In my dream, I knew your father was dead, but he was telling me that it was almost time for me to come home to him. He said that you had a gift. He said you had learned to use. "Who would have thought? You liked a lot of some pretty kinky stuff, but the psychopornogram went off the charts when you hit the Frank McCoy stories." Frank McWho?" Well-known author. Writes fantasies in which incest is harmless fun and granddads and granddaughters, mothers and sons, daddies and pre-teen girls, uncles, aunts, cousins, nieces and nephews happily fuck up a storm, making babies out the kazoo." I wouldn't like that kind of trash!" Tell your cock that, Arthur. You came so hard you.