"I was going to kill him," I told Jen casually."I know," she answered."You should have let me." And then what? Force Dana and Candy to arrest you for ...murder? Can you even imagine how much that would hurt them? Believe me Sam it's much better this way. Besides, I want him to suffer before he gets the chair, and maybe they'll even be able to get him to tell them just how many women he actually has killed and where to find their bodies. Isn't it better to hope for some closure for the poor family. No soap, just cold water but they rubbed themselves as clean as they could until Liu Wei turned off the hose and handed each of them small scraps of towelling to dry themselves with.“Slaves use toilet, now!” Liu Wei ordered gesturing to door-less cubicles at the other end of the room. Having sent the men off there, she patrolled up and down outside while they did as they had been bid. All four could guess what would happen if they were suddenly to decide that they needed a toilet later on. It. . I'm cumming... uhhh... uhhh." Lena's response was a high pitched wail as her own orgasm mounted and blossomed within her. I slumped on to the desk, still squeezing my fanny, getting the very last ounce out of my climax. Lena now started to pump me faster, the strokes becoming shorter and more forceful. "Oh Annie... I'm... uhhhhhhh... cumming... oh fuck... uhhhh... I'm... uhhh, darling Annie... uhhhhhh... uhhhh... UUUHHHHHHH!" Lena's screaming reached a deafening level as she hammered the cock. "Marily, what are you doing over here in my bed?" He wanted to know, scowling at her."I came to... I want you tonight, Fred." She leveled her large, hungry stare at him."This is Tuesday night! I just don't understand you, Marily. I broke up the entire schedule for the day and now you want to take it into the night, ruining our whole weeks' plans. I just don't understand." He was perplexed beyond doubt. "Don't try to understand. Let's just make love, Fred." She moved to him, put a hand behind.