He opened the fridge and asked, “You two hungry?” as he pulled out his remote. Pausing before they could answer, he carefully stepped around the f...idge door. Sure enough, the moment his view was obstructed, Keith had moved his hands from his lap to try to tuck his cock back in his jeans. Jake rolled his eyes as he walked over to investigate.The boy certainly wasn’t anything to write home about, as far as size was concerned, but what kind of bugged Jake was the moisture. The fucking k** was. DNA is rarely used for evidence. Worse, criminals leave new evidence behind when they try to clean up. So, I use fire instead. Simple, easy to use, and quick to set up. The newspapers are claiming there is a serial arsonist but I am sure the police know I'm a rapist, too. I used to think the newspapers always were somewhat informed about criminals. I guess the police are more tight-lipped than you'd think. If I'm ever caught, I'll be sure to compliment the police on it.Unlike some rapists, I. She walked right up to me 'til she was standing right infront of me, almost like as if she was squaring up to me. I bowed my head to her looking down to her shoes, letting her wallow in the joy of having total dominance over me."You know what pathetic naughty slaves like you get, don't you?" She asked."Yes Mistress, they get punished..." I replied feeling my heart racing in my mouth, trying to steady my nerves."That's right," She replied smiling as she began softly running her fingers through. We were not satisfied at all. We fucked our soul out.‘Being a sanyasi, I shouldn’t ask this. But give me something to keep in your memory.’I had only my mangalsutra on my neck. Nothing else. And then I remembered that I had a ring on one of my fingers: a snake shaped one given to me by my father at the Nagnadevika temple. I removed it and gave it to him. He showed his happiness by kissing me. And I couldn’t get anything from him for he was a man of nothing.He said, ‘I have given you the most.