I will do my best to keep the sentence structure and grammar as close to Beth's style as possible. It is one week after Anna's birthday and I am writ...ing this with the help of video recordings and audio recordings that Beth set up for me.We make our final preparations and then put on matching corsets, that do nothing to hide our tits or pussies. We go back out to find Tom and Anna in the kitchen, with Anna lying on the prep table. "Please let me get my body ready for my final ride." Before I. Holding it at the base with her right hand now, she began to softly stroke her left hand up and down it, whilst planting little kisses all around the bulge at its head. She extended her tongue once more, running it along the line of the bottom of the bulging head, and then flicking it across the spot where the fold of skin joins to it. A particular pleasure spot, she knew, and she always gave men the benefit of that knowledge, by spending much time licking and stroking it. She felt a little. Across the road was a church, one of the smaller ones that just seemed to sprout up in any area that had names that no one could pronounce much less remember. Down the road about a quarter of a mile was a huge farm house and barn. Horses were grazing peacefully in a large pasture. Over the sounds of police radios and men's voices, he could hear the distant blare of a train whistle. Not the kind of area that you would figure for a murder scene. He turned to look at the property and quickly. Instantly, the pressure on her clit stops and she cries out in frustration.Charity arches toward the tentacle and it starts to touch her again. The tentacle pressed against her asshole begins to push harder. The first tentacle buries itself inside Charity again and she moves against it involuntarily. She feels her anus start to stretch and welcomes the feeling. Wider and wider, that tentacle stretches her, opening her. As the slimy tentacle slides easily deeper and deeper with ease, Charity is.