I’m pretty good looking myself, I mean, I have the genes for it. Unfortunately, I seem to have inherited Allison’s shyness, because I cannot talk ...o girls for shit. I stammer, I choke on my words, I stutter, basically everything except shit in my pants. My frustration and arousal combine often, causing me to masturbate almost chronically. My motivation usually being the moans I can hear from the lesbian romp I can hear down the hall. Abby sure is loud. Frustration also comes from my cousins,. ‘What, you have a group to help you not make people do things? Can I join?’ I’d be able to see Stacey at the meetings, I carefully did not say, Michael’s sense of humor seemed to be entirely absent. ‘I’m not joking! Listen to me, Linnea, you need to take this seriously.’ A pained expression crossed his face. ‘And can you please stop doing that?’ With a start, I realized that not only hadn’t I lowered my leg, I’d been fingering myself too — right in front of Michael! I’m sure my face went beet. I woke to find myself next to Heather’s body. Ned was fucking her for all he was worth but she would never know that joy. I was still covered in blood and started to masturbate while Ned enjoyed my work. The camera was still rolling and would be for some time as Heather’s body was used to film a sicko for necrophilia weirdos. Ned had customers at the door who paid for the pleasure and were also interested in maybe having a bite or two. I watched as a I realized how depraved I was as once. Leslie thrashed her head about as he alternated between mauling and cutting her, but rarely taking his cock from her mangled pussy. He did finally unload his seed into her belly. If Leslie hoped it would sate his rage, she was mistaken. But it did lead her to her second chance at escape.The sadist cleaned himself up first. Then he got dressed and approached Leslie’s dangling form again. Without warning, he punched her hard across her jaw. She spit out blood and two of her teeth, screaming in.