The person to be put at ease today, though, is me. You're the most incredibly beautiful and most self-assured young lady it has ever been my privilege... to meet."He then explained the reason for the interview. "Miss Collins, let me show you a video tape made during the game you played yesterday. Incidentally, what appears to be haze in the picture isn't. It's falling rain. That was the heaviest rain I've seen in years and it only makes the achievements of you and your friends even more. Just fuck me nice and slow. I hope you’re not disappointed, Hayes, I really do.’ ‘I think you’re wonderful, Brooke, I knew when I first saw you that I wanted you. And, you’re even more wonderful that I’d imagined. You’re so tight, just incredible.’ ‘Lots of exercises, my boy, lots of exercises. I have a dildo with a suction cup on the bottom that I squat over fucking it almost every day. I’ll have to show you how good I am on top. I could almost pull your cock off.’ ‘Wanna do it right now?’ I. All my doing, of course. I was holding them up, holding their hands around their knife handles, and pushing their knives into each other.After a few quick stabs back and forth, I gave the four of them fatal wounds, in the heart twice, sliced one throat, and up into the brain from the back of the last guy's head.It'd been extremely quick - almost as quick as you could say "stab, slash, slice" - because there was no defense, no jockeying for position, etc. I wanted it over with as quickly as. I was suddenly hot. I had to kick the covers off of me. My shorts felt heavy and my shirt felt wet. What was going on with me? My hand went to my stomach and slid under the little tank. Slowly I lifted my shirt using just a hint of nails to scratch along my stomach. The feeling of hands on me made my thighs quiver. I brought my knees up towards my chest so I could rub them with my other hand. I grabbed at the meat on my inner thigh trying to fight away these inappropriate thoughts. Don't I have.