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 identit... and motive correct, but of course it's not easy. The reader to correctly identify both the correct killer and the correct motive will get a bespoke story by me based on his/her specific request. (Provided that the kinks requested are doable.) That story will include the same number of chapters as the number of pledges left alive when the correct. Ben wasn’t sure what to do or say. Sitting on his sofa, naked, Tina managed to seem self-assured, as if this was something she did every day. He’d never known anyone quite like her. ‘You wanted it bad, too, didn’t you, Mr. Sanders?’ Tina asked, letting out another stream of smoke. ‘I sure did,’ Ben replied. ‘Yeah,’ Tina said, ‘I could see it in your eyes when I walked in.’ She giggled. ‘And I sure as hell could tell once I was here, couldn’t I?’ ‘Ah…yeah, I guess you could, couldn’t you?’ Ben. He can't even tear our clothes... we aren't wearing any!" Yeah!" Shelley's voice had an odd tone. "The worst we can expect is... rape!"The beast was whining almost steadily and he was advancing slowly, cautiously, toward them. They dared not move at all. Finally his muzzle was inches from Shelley's upturned ass, and the moist, black patch of his nose moved very slowly into the crease between her curvaceous buns, and his tongue lashed out to taste the flavor of her asshole.She squealed softly as. “Well if you’re still single; then, you’re still available, And, I’m up for the challenge.”“Sir, maybe this would be a good time to out myself...” started Lea.“Wait you’re not into women ... I mean...” he said.“No, no, nothing like that. But, well, my man—the greatest guy in the world—is in prison for, well, saving me,” said Lea.“Oh, okay, I see. But the greatest guy in the world?” he said. “And for saving you?”“He killed two men who were threatening me, well, and him too. So, okay, I’ve put it.