I triedthinking back to the experience I'd just had with Hailey in my now-pinkbedroom, but felt my mind clouded with a pink glitter and thoughts ofJoh...n. Vain things like how my outfit looked and distress over a lack ofmakeup appeared to be my priority now."OMG! Why did I leave the house without putting on my makeup?!" I foundmyself thinking. Looking to my left, I saw an expensive Coach pursehanging off the back of my seat. I found myself grabbing it, unzippingit, and pulling out some lip. Sally no longer seemed capable of rational thought, with so many people pleasuring us both as we fucked this time. My dear intended bride turned into a mindless, rutting beast, as did I, our bodies in synch as we mated there on the hallway floor, just outside the living room. That turned out to be a better choice, given how roughly we fucked. As it was, Doug Randall got rug burn on his knees while his wife, son, and stepdaughter all sodomized him in turn on the carpet, not that he seemed to. "I know," he said firmly. "Robbery, Breaking and Entering, Handling Stolen Goods. I knew you would."The officer looked at his partner and then at the duty solicitor who raised his eyebrows. "Let me finish," Oliver was told firmly and the Police Office reeled half-a-dozen charges that Oliver was being prosecuted for.Oliver knew he would be charged and just idly walked down the corridor with the Police officer to his cell. He stared back at the officer as the door closed and took a deep breath,. As my feet hit the cold linoleum, I heard someone greet me with afriendly, "Good morning." I turned and saw a round-faced girl sittingat a desk in the corner of the room. Deirdre was not around."Uh?hi," I said, self-consciously tugging at the hem of the nighty."Didn't see you there. You must be one of Dee's roomies." Yah," she agreed. "Name's Shayna. Dee told me about the problems youwere having with your roommate. She sounds like a psycho-bitch. Eventhrew out all your clothes on you,.