Well, it is true that rape is about power--Those experts have no idea how arousing it is to have such power over someone. Hi! My name is Carl, and I'm... a serial rapist.I have no idea how close the police are to catching me. I always burn down the place as soon as I finish a rape. I figure forensics is tougher that way. According to The Internet, shows like CSI are causing criminals to act silly. Apparently, most of the time the main tool for catching criminals is fingerprints. DNA is rarely used. “You are so freakin’ hot!” shrieks Alexandra. Steel is puzzled by her American accent as she has spent her formative years in Widnes.“Alexandra.” purrs Steel like a mongoose toying with a boa constrictor, “This is your destiny!”He drops his boxer shorts and his magnificent unfettered manhood, a member of awesome length and girth, fires upwards like a clown sprung from a circus canon.Alexandra shrieks. The uncoiled tool has dislodged the silver tea tray from her gasp, the pot of tea scorching. "A finer sight for these eyes I have never seen. You both look ravishing and my lust is making me lose reason. All things being clear, Miss Armitage, with the help from my wife I intend to give that juicy quim of yours a right good fucking." Lizzie felt faint for the thought of Mr Chambers covering her and ramming that huge log up deep into the well of her sex was over powering. The rawness and vulgarity of his words adding more fuel to her already burning furnace for the ribald language of sex. In this state of affairs it was the naked Polly Legett, eliminated from the pageant in the third round, that turned to the naked guy next to her and whispered, “I hope you don’t go swinging that pole of yours around too much or I might just have to jump on it right here and now. For some reason I am feeling just so horny. I can even feel some of my own sex juices starting to trickle down the inside of my leg. I might even have to just jizm myself off as we sing ... in fact ... in fact ... that.