Carol motions towards the dinner and says, “Let’s start at the diner. There’s always sex starved truckers, and lonely housewives, hanging out in... places like that.”“Let’s go, but sister of mine, we must be on alert as we are being hunted,” David said.The diner is the typical greasy spoon. Blue vinyl booths faded by the sun with one waitress who is busy fetching food and cleaning tables. There is a cook wearing a grease-stained apron who’s barking orders out.Sitting alone, in a booth, is Carmen.. She was wearing a low cut little black dress with her tits pushed up and bulging ever so slightly out of the top. A lightweight black jacket, fairly short but not too short, black stockings and high heels.Black really suits her. Her hair looked blacker and glossier than usual and the subtle red highlights flashed like fire. Like glowing red embers in the darkest night.She looked fantastic but she smelt even better. She smelt fucking delicious and I wanted to EAT HER. She was wearing this. .. it seems like such a big step,” Susan said in an uncertain tone.Mike pulled his phone out of his pocket, “Take a look at this video. See if you recognize anybody.” He punched at the screen with one of his fingers and then passed the phone to Susan.Susan studied the video on the screen for over two minutes. Finally, she said, “The video is really hot, but I don’t recognize anybody. Should I?”Mike turned and said, “Dave?”He smiled without looking, “The video is Alice. She’s disguised with wig,. Some nights, he wouldn't show up, and she would lie awake, waiting for him out of dread. She wasn't sure why he'd skip, thinking that maybe he was doing it just to mess with her. The other possibility was that he had gotten his fill of the flesh of a woman, finding some other poor girl to use.Hours later, he stood up, panting with semen dribbling out of Sophie's pussy and asshole. He then turned to Helena, sewn to her bed. A small smile, he strode over to her, making her heart race with each.