Letting out a soft moan she rubbed softly enjoying the tight feeling, slipping one finger inside her tight hole she rubbed her g-spot her hips moving ...n rhythm to her finger's work.As her excitement grew, she let her mind wander, recalling the events of last night. Her tight hole stretched as she rode his length; slow and sensual she had lowered herself onto his erect rod, loving how he filled her, his strong hands gripping her hips and stroking her arse she she circled on his cock. When he sat. However, she struggled for only a while, a struggle that lasted untilKenny's knife found her heart. Slowly she fell lifeless into his vilearms, the once great life faded from her sparkling blue eyes. Kennysmiled, then gently caressed her forehead, still warm from a oncevibrant heart.As he had done with his other victims, Kenny threw aside her shoes andcoat, making sure they landed in the dark shadows. With a wicked smile,this serial killer roughly jerked her slacks from her, these too werecast. Too perfect to be living in Fort Pierce by half!?She pulled in to the long driveway and allowed the car to roll to the covered area before the house. Something had tweaked her finely tuned sense of empathy.Taking her case she entered the house by the wide front door. Emilia, the maid and cook was just pulling her coat on and preparing to leave. In her forties and bustlingly efficient she nodded at her employer and made a comment.?You are looking well this evening Mrs Veryon,? she said. ?I left. No, you don't go. I will transport you." Alfred, Wilbur, for once I am sorry not to have taken any photographs. I always thought the taking of pictures of people to be a decadent habit. If I had a few of our great feast together now, I should think that perhaps they could trigger Elise's original personality. What the hell. You two have to promise me: let me help in any way I can. Messing with Elise I will never forgive." Bert, photographs of people are silly, I agree. But they seem to satisfy.