Back at the cottage, I made a phone call to an old mate and without consulting Sherry, I arranged to meet him in a town about forty miles away the nex... morning,Barry and I had been best mates at school even though he was two years older than me, but whereas I joined dad's firm, Barry joined his dad in the metropolitan police, but if there was anyone I could trust in this whole fucking nightmare, it was Barry!I'd been thinking about Dean's suggestion that it might be the old Bill and the more I. Some had been “killed” in the scene already and had bloody squib holes on their uniforms. Helen found a fallen boulder big and stable enough to stand on and did so, addressing the hall.“Well,” Helen said, clasping her hands and with her most Delighted-To-Meet-You smile once she stood on the boulder and had everyone’s attention. “This WASN’T the on-set intro that I was hoping for. Some of you are meeting me for the first time, so let me begin by introducing myself. I’m Contessa Helena de San. She sucked and licked the rest of my cum and kept working it for a few minutes. Finally, I rolled over and laid beside her. I looked at her cleaning my cum from her face and licking it off her fingers. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips and her tongue pushed some of my cum into my mouth. Stephanie knew I liked it when she did that. My cum didn’t taste too bad.We lay in the back of my truck looking up at the stars and talking. We talked for ever and somehow we got talking about bestiality.. Stephanie had been shocked by the journal entries. I told her she should learn the lesson from that and be very careful about who she was with and where they were. It wasn’t like every guy was a rapist, but there were some out there.“You would kill a guy who did that to me, wouldn’t you?”“No. I would torture him, then kill him.”“I believe you would.”“Stephanie, I have had more sex in the last year than ten average guys my age. The very idea that a guy could do that makes me sick. It’s just so.