She had to try one! But how? She didn’t own one. Would her mum have one..? Suddenly everything clicked – her mum’s razor! Putting the showerhead... back, she reached for the purple handle. Carefully she popped off the razor blades and sat down. Her heart was thudding in her chest. With one hand she cautiously spread her soft lips. Her clit was hard and straining out of its hood. Claire placed the end of the razor onto herself. She took a deep breath and pressed the button. She squealed –. "Well," Susan said as I flipped the quilt back up cover us, "my goodness." I caressed her soft back, feeling the raised lines of her scourging. She shivered. I wondered about her other injuries, the internal ones. Her hand slid down my bruised stomach. "Seems a lot smaller," she said with a chuckle in the voice. "Think we ought to give the poor little thing a try?"I pulled her leg over mine and slid into her very slowly, feeling her tongue licking my chest, the hurried pace of her breathing,. Joanne had told her about Peter’s fascination with women dressed in blouses and skirts and she picked out her favourite pink long-sleeved blouse and short knee-length black skirt, which she wore to school regularly. Miss Mulligan shook her head as she thought about punishing Peter Mitchell the following day, but her thoughts were suddenly dismissed from her mind as her doorbell rang.Once she had made her way downstairs and opened her front door, she could see that the young couple had arrived. And he knows that, so I think it was more of a calculated risk. It would be interesting to go back and look for similar incidents before each of the previous killings. I may have to look into it. No, for now, we just continue doing what we were already doing, waiting for him to make his move." Well that sucks," Allison said."Tell me about it," Rebecca said. She paused for a second and let the silence stretch out. I think she may have been hoping that someone else would say something. Finally.