Conversations like this went on between the two for a few days always while they were watching the videos of girls being killed in more ways then one,...not just the spitting, also hangings and drownings until one day, You know I been thinking, I want to do this to spit a girl so badly and you want to have it done to you, why dont we just do it? Steve said looking up from the computer screen a new video the guys had found of another young girl taking a spit though her pussy also forced screaming. “This is your last chance.”I froze. Afraid.Swiftly, he removed the pieces of clothing and his eyes scanned my body. “You are amazing,” he said, “truly beautiful. Right, lay down on the bed.”I clambered onto the bed and lay back, arms stiff by my sides. I squeezed my eyelids shut and my body tensed as Mr. Stevens’ fingers roamed up and down my flesh.“You are beautiful,” he murmured, leaving a trail of wet kisses over my tummy and then cupping my breasts. He fondled them, sucked and kissed my. " I'm wondering if it might have had a little extra help." I've no idea what you're talking about." He grinned ruefully and departed.A degree of order slowly returned to the citadel. In all, over a hundred people had perished during the hostilities, and twice as many again suffered serious injury. In order to partially reconcile his part in the conspiracy, Petrius was charged with helping the maimed and injured, growing skin grafts and rebuilding shattered bodies. It would be a long and arduous. Hyacinth played the organ with infinite emotion.She poured out her feelings through the tips of her delicate fingers like some reincarnated witch-girl from another time and another place searching for that cosmic tingle of release that would allow her to sweat through every pore and lull naked on the stained sheets with complete abandon.Sometimes, when she was into an intricate selection that carried a degree of sadness or despair, she would start to feel that special tingle down there between.