The greasy fingerprints from the Vaseline lubrication were evidence of his masturbation, as if the volume of Kleenex in the wastepaper basket some fee... away was not enough of a telltale. She noted that over the years David had become proficient at tossing tissue and getting it into the receptacle.Curiosity had lead to reading, reading had led to arousal, being turned on and horny she had masturbated to the fantasies her son had cum to. Thus Dell was introduced to think about what her. She had opened a drawer full of sex toys. Dildos, strap-ons, vibrators, handcuffs, ropes… everything. Her face was red with embarrassment. “Stand up,” you ordered. Danielle stood up but didn't look into your eyes. “Michael,” she started... “Sluts like you need punishment,” you said, cutting her off. “Michael, I’m not kidding. Stop with this game for a moment,” she begged. “Okay, Danielle. What is it?” you asked. “I’m sorry for all this,” she said, pointing at the drawer. “I’m ashamed of. My first instinct was to call out for her. But once more, my vivid imagination kicked in. What if she had been attacked and the aggressor was still there? I knew I was most likely overreacting, but nonetheless decided to progress cautiously. So it was with held breath and light steps that I approached my friends room. I soon noticed this door was also ajar. But unlike the first, this one left a six-inch space between the door and the frame. Exactly the right amount to peer into the room. I said, "Brandon, Tatum, Dina, William, you guys stay here and see if any of them got away. We're going to get Emily."It took time to get out of the area. Fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars converged on the burning home. I had a chance to think about had happened. The servants had probably died. They were innocent and their deaths weighted on me. Again, my justification that the pack came first helped but not as well as when the deaths were of bad people.There was a possibility that other.