She could do that. But the strange, and rather freaky part, was that the pictures had to involve a woman being HANGED.At first she had wondered what k...nd of sick place she had happened on. Then she read further and discovered that it wasn't for real, that the pics were to be simulated. What a relief! Even though the prize was 500 dollars she wasn't planning on hanging herself after all.She had set up the stage. It was lucky that the roof beams in her living room were exposed. Without too much. Days are passing and I have no bad intention on her but all of a sudden thing has been changed. If she wants to drain her clothes she has to come to first floor and then she has to drain them. On one such lucky day (I realized later that day was lucky day), she came to drain her clothes in first floor and I was on leave on the same day. she was wearing night gown and going towards the rope to drain the clothes. I was wearing boxers and nothing else on my body. I was just passing opposite to her. That tattoo had been a part of her for so long that he already missed it. He understood that she wanted to get rid of it and that it was created when she was a teenager, but she just didn't seem to be Abby without it. He wasn't used to it being gone yet.And her eyes shouldn't be glimmering like that with tears and sadness."Aw, Tony. You're a real sweetie. You may strut around with a too cool attitude, but you really are just a softie at heart." Giving him a watery smile that was meant to make. "Right here? Some one could see..." observed Celia,though not with any great reservation. More like hopeful anticipation."So let them watch," said Carol.There from his hiding place, Dr. Jordan did just that. They finished what Jordan had started, pulling off each other's clothing. Carol grabbed hold of Celia's substantial rack with both hands and squeezed her nipples hard."Ooooh!" moaned the dark-haired woman, then grabbed her colleague's blonde-fringed pussy, placing her thumb firmly on.