My fingers squeezed harder at the surge of anger, my tongue jamming deep into her asshole. If I tongued her, I would be less likely to say something a...d give away my ruse. My pussy clenched again. I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to rub my pussy to orgasm. That would take away some of the anxiety.“Oh, yes, you are such a good ass-licker. Oh, I want to keep you. Maybe after your husband is destitute, he’ll sell you to me. Mmm, then you’ll be my bimbo slave like Annalee. I’ll make sure you’re. I came deep inside her uterus. I cut out her uterus and then I cut out her heart. I filed a few chunks of meat from her legs and I cut her pussy lips off. Leaving her body there I went inside, still covered in blood and brought her meat and her pussy lips to the kitchen and threw them on a frying pan. It sizzled with the oil as it cooked. I placed her heart in a cooler. I want to keep her heart for a while longer. I put some seasoning on her meat. After it was filling cooked, I took a bite of. Maybe they would sire her and she would walk the night as a vile soulless demon but the real Buffy Summers would die in agony and without dignity, would never know another day.And it was all her fault. She had surrendered herself to a monster and been betrayed. She had chosen this. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have trusted Drusilla?She came. She came hard. She couldn't help it, the insistent thrusting of the cocks in every orifice, the tightness of the soft, delicate tissues. I took the pillow from her, the pillow that I put up under my stomach so my pussy was at the perfect angle to catch and hold as much black cum as would fit in there and I wanted it to be filled to the brim...in my fantasies. "Go to the bedroom, Terry," Dunn said. This guy outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds all of it thick taut black muscle. There could only be so many alpha males. Even among them he was at the top of the pyramid. He was not offering me options so I went and stood inside.