Rationally, he knew that if he was caught he would probably spend the vast majority of his life behind bars - ten murders would add up to a lot of yea...s. But still the urge to go out was strong and he had to battle against it. That led to a few sleepless nights spent tossing and turning.Drew MacIntosh didn't know whether to be happy that there had been no further genuine vigilante incidents or not. He was still no nearer to identifying his man, despite the countless hours of good old-fashioned. "Excuse me love." The driver yelled out of the can window. "Do you knowa Miss Hartwell?" Yes." I laughed. "Me." Right love where do you want it?" He said after parking his lorry andopening the rear doors. "Yer man at Hartwell House said, it was colourcoded for rooms." Anything with a blue tag in the room first left, green in the nextroom, and the couple of yellow tags in the kitchen please," I saidopening the main doors, and showing him where my flat was. "Right youare love, me and the lads can. "Your vagina," she answered, staring at my cunt."My what?" I scoffed, as I slid a finger inside my cunt, "use big girl words." Your cunt, I'd like to eat your cunt some more," she admitted, desperation in her tone."Beg, my teacher pet," I ordered, slowly fingering myself.Her hungry eyes never left my cunt as she begged, her desperation increasing, "Please Bree, let your pet teacher bury herself in that sweet cunt of yours." It's Mistress Bree when we're alone," I added to my. I kissed it over and over again... then I licked it... licked it and spread the lips with my tongue. I began lapping at her hungrily. She smelled and tasted wonderful down there. She bent her legs and opened wider for me. My face was fully buried in her. My hands reaching up around her legs and rubbing her breasts, her hands on my head and her fingers entwined in my long hair. I found her clit with my tongue and I licked and flicked it. Then again I lapped her with the flat of my tongue,.