The LoveDoll rose from the saddle with an electric shock, her eyes snapped wide. Then the LoveDoll redoubled her efforts at the dildo. The trainer gav... an approving nod.“Naturally,” muttered Darcie. She had noticed the look of rapture on the girl’s face, and wondered how many times she had orgasmed that evening.“Would you like to see the finished product?” asked Max. “I believe we have one waiting for pickup by the client in the holding room.” Darcie nodded mutely.The holding room turned out to. "Taste it, sissy! You want to taste a real man's cum? Suck it!Suck the rest of it out."Steffie sucked for all she was worth, wanting every last drop; wishing hehad filled her mouth with all of it rather than dumping the better partof it straight down her throat.Tyrell's strokes slowed down but his breathing was now more ragged."We're almost there, sissy," he said. Steffie suddenly gasped, startled,when she felt his hand move from her hip between her legs. He fondled herroughly through her. ”“A couple of serial killers?”“Yes, they were really sick, completely sick. My memories of that time are confusing since it was over thirty years, but some of them are clear to this day.”“My parents were psychopaths. They met at the university. At the time, they already were serial killers, and one day, the target of the two coincided:. A couple of lovers.”“Serial killers are usually methodical, so while they kill for fun, they do everything according to their created methods. For example,. “Come on,” he says, his voice lower. “I know what you found. You’re coming to me because you can’t explain how you came to find the solution. But the two of us can make it work so that no questions are asked.”“It would make the most sense,” Malcolm agrees.“One question though,” Jerry says. “Can I see the notes?”Malcolm shakes his head. “I memorized them and then destroyed them.”“You what?” the other man asks, totally blown away by this revelation.“Yeah. I couldn’t risk anyone getting them,”.