"You're going to kill me, you know that don't you?" No I'm not, mum, I'm going to save your life, a letter came for dad this morning, he's getting an ...award for that commercial he did, you know, the one for the car. We're going to go to the ceremony together, you and me mum, we're going to collect dad's award, and I'm going to be there clapping louder than anyone else when you walk up onto the stage to collect it."The next day she kept the soup down and actually said: "Thank you."I washed her. "I take it, that that felt good," she said, reaching for a towel that she had brought out of the bathroom.I didn't know what to say, so my giggles turned into a full laugh."I'll take that as a 'yes'," she said.We laid together for a while when I noticed that I was still hard. I had one of 'those' woodys again. I reached over to caress her womanhood and she stopped me."Don't worry, we'll get to me. Right now, this is about you," she said.She reached her hand down and found me still hard. "I see. I dragged her forward and upward, then forced her to kneel in front of the base of the bed, which Christine's feet were still tied to. Carly found herself in the middle, facing her best friend's bare vagina. I shoved her hands into Christine's crotch and told Carly to finger her. I moved both my hands to her neck, hinting that I was still in the mood for asphyxiation, possibly throat-slitting. She knew who her daddy was by then, so she didn't need any more coercion. It was still fun. . 'But don't worry,girls get spitted all the time.' She laughed. 'Any time any of you want to,just step up onto one of those machines and you can forget all your worries.Guaranteed!' The group laughed, but deep inside they were overwhelmed by the scene. Bethfelt a strange communion with those spitted girls roasting over the flames.Her thoughts were not of death, but a transformation of girls into anotherbeautiful form, one that looked and felt so right that it tempted her desperately. She told.