I really hadn’t tried to pick out any of the girls in particular; at various stages of the song I would look at one, then later look at another.“T...hat was well done, everyone,” Phil said. “Your suggestions were perfect, Allison, damn, I think we’ve now got ourselves an official choreographer, too!”“Well, it’s something that’s been lacking,” Allison said. “Let’s take a ten minute break, and we’ll start on Brown Sugar.”“So, who was it you were thinking about fucking as you were singing that song?”. She sounds melodic and girly. So beautiful.Next I untie the knot anchoring the noose around her neck. I stand up on the coffee table and string the rope through the pulley I have on my ceiling. Mina stops whimpering. She watches me, her face unreadable. My heart beats faster. I grab a pillow off of the love seat. Placing it on the coffee table, I take a seat. I reach for Mina and lift her into my lap. Our faces are close. I stare into her deep, grey eyes. I don't know what I'm seeing. It. How can I find answers when I don’t even know the questions? There. A more than static dispatch on a dead screen, a jolt of consciousness in the void. Noise to signal. My senses might deceive me, but not my spine. A rain of icicles down my central cord follows, a flash of my subconscious, hollering that something has changed right outside the periphery of my perception. I know it in my heart before it reaches my head, I taste it in the air before the words dig in, knock the right frequencies. I though he had gotten hurt so I ran upstairs to see what was wrong. When I got there, his door was halfway closed. I peeked in and saw him on his bed naked and he was masturbating. Watching him masturbate made me really horny. I could feel my pussy getting wet and my boobs getting hard. Suddenly, he turned around. I ran away from his door and ran to the bathroom. I thought, "My gosh I think he saw me! What am I gonna do now?"I still felt hot and horny so I decided to take a shower to cool off..