She could only listen longingly to the trickle.A further half hour later, another man turned up. He was obviously off his face, singing in a slurred a...d uneven voice. He staggered across to Phyllis's urinal, pulled his cock out, but then - as Phyllis's pulse was racing - he unaccountably shuffled to another urinal, and pissed in that and on the floor. Some of the piss reached her feet, but that was all she got. How frustrating!Back in the pub, a group of men were talking by the bar. "Back in a. I laid on top of him as my body stopped shaking. He kissed my cheek and ran his hand thru my hair and then he lifted my pussy off of his cock. He gently laid me on my stomach on the floor next to him and kissed my forehead gently and whispered “I love you” in my ear. As he stood up, I tried to as well, but my legs wouldn’t really let me. I knelt for a moment and then felt three sets of hands in various places. One set was on my waist, and the other two were on an arm each. They lifted me up and. “I’m kind of hungry, and I can’t leave until the weather’s better.”“OK,” Ingrid replies, smiling.There’s a lot more going on, but in other words, it’s a normal Friday at CCL… except for the weather.And except for the fact that one of the women in the CCL house is a killer. Pretty soon she’ll don her costume, pick up her knife, and the screams of pleasure that normally provide the soundtrack in this house will be replaced by screams of terror. Horniness will be replaced by bloodiness.SAPPHIC. She dressed for work that Monday like a little tart. She dug out one of her old miniskirts, the shortest she could find. It was tight and black, and only just covered her bum, and yet still had a small split up the back. She had completely shaven her pussy the night before, so she could wear it with her favorite g-string panties. The sexy teenager chose the most see-through white blouse she owned, so that the tiny white lace push up bra she wore could be seen underneath. Her large nipples could.