The longer each pledge lives, the more clues she will uncover, helping you toward the endgame: not only identifying the killer, but also uncovering he... motive.When a pledge dies, she dies canonically. The night resets and the story begins again with you, the readers, controlling a different pledge. There are 10 pledges, so we have 10 tries.Accusations are unlocked! Enough clues are in play that someone could theoretically get the killer's identity and motive correct, but of course it's not. .noting how slickly it slips there. Wow she must be horny... I watchmesmerised as she straps it into place then walks back over to me."Time to suck cock again bitch.. my cock," I'm already opening my mouthto accept it, but she grabs my fringe to tilt my head back and shove thedildo deep into my mouth.I gag a little as she eases her hold on my hair, but does not release it,allowing me to close my mouth a little around the dildo and actually suckit. Not that my actions make any difference,. ” I grinned. 

She grinned back. “I know what boys really like, someone who studies hard but will drop to their knees on cue. Jesus, that’s what half of the people in my office want.” 

“Let’s see you on the sofa again with that getup.” She agreed and we went downstairs again, and stretched herself out, looking directly into the camera. The wool skirt rose up a little. What I thought were tights were actually stockings. “Oh yes… yeah, the really dirty librarians all wear these.” she grinned.. She had completely lost control and pissed herself at least once. Alone out here, with her drunk, incapable and dripping with her own urine, I felt my cock stiffening at once.I sat down beside her on the bench and she barely stirred. Reaching down, I moved her panties aside and stroked the sopping wet lips of her pussy. Her public hair was soaked and matted, and after stroking for a moment I couldn’t resist raising my fingers to my mouth to taste the mixture of her juices and her piss. As I.