. Lord only knows what I'll have to doin these shoes.I fix up my makeup, putting on a fresh coat of lipstick and cleaning upmy overall look. Satisfied... I take a deep breath and walk down thestairs back to the living room. There I see Erin, sitting back down onthe couch, skirt, blouse and jacket set aside. She has a refilledglass, and she sips her drink as I walk toward her."Stop, Maid." I halt where I am, my head almost immediately facing thefloor. "Your new name is Lucy, and I expect you to. Her hand was cool against the burning hot cock.Derek had a sudden realization. The burning fist and shaft with tears was Auntie Candy's hand and his cock. The tears were his cum and it wasn't the hand that was burning in the symbol. It was the cock shaft burning as it was cumming!Samantha and Sonia reaffirmed their grasp on Derek's arms as Helga began gently tickling his tightening balls. Auntie Candy started to stroke his cock, slowly at first, then faster. Her hand worked up and down his. So many times they have been like this on the ground by their little cottage by the lake. Stefan still recalls the first time they succumbed to the cajoling imps upon their shoulders as they stood at the water's edge that early summer's night. Witnessing Sarah strip off her clothes and stand there as the moonlight licked glistening white lines through her hair, along her breasts, around the curve of her waist and over her smooth bottom was a heady elixir for Stefan to absorb. She had never. Her murderer enjoyed her agony, from his **** of her soul to the final desecration of her body. In a way, she was lucky in that a professional ended her life rather than a disease or old age at the hands of ahlzheimers. As much as I missed her, I also envied her. I would not have a professional, but I would become a quick study and learn the ways of torture and mutilation. I would use my unfinished attic to build a dungeon of horrors or a Death Room. It would be the place, when finished, where.