Tonight is no exception, she is wearing killer heels, a short, tight backless dress that accentuates her thighs and ass and makes it obvious she is no... wearing a bra. Alana has drawn the attention of Janet who it seems is without a partner. They have their hands all over each other as Alana introduces her to me.“Your lady is very attractive, you are a very lucky man. Would you like to share her with me?,” Alana asks with a very flirtatious smile.Before I can answer a waiter offers us all. Then it was time to say goodbye to her. I decided to kill her by bagging which was something I have not tried before on my other victims. I took a plastic bag from my sack and put it over her head, holding the opening tight around her neck. I could see her breathing up the air in the bag as it shrunk until it was wrapped tightly around her head. Soon, her breathing grew laboured and stopped altogether not long after. I kept the clear bag around her head for a few minutes more just to be sure,. " Steaks again?" Debbie asked, in mock protest."What would you have me make?" I asked.Aimee smiled. "I prepared some lamb chops with some dry rub earlier. They would be perfect for the grill!" Lamb chops," I said, rubbing my tummy. "Sounds wonderful!"The four of us headed back to the shack.When I got there, I checked on the hot tub, but we had only started it up earlier that day, and the temperature of the hot tub hadn't reached its normal operating point yet.I found Aimee's baby lamb chops in. He raised the whip, left it suspended in the air for what seemed like an eternity, and then brought it down between Ibby’s spread legs. He then sped up, really laying into her, each lash sounding like a pistol shot. After eighteen lashes, Ibby was close to losing consciousness and her pussy was a mess – not only was it crisscrossed with red and blue stripes, blood was flowing freely from numerous cuts. Mr. Barton intervened: “Given that we seem to have broken Ibby’s skin, I do not think we can.