I was experiencing some of what she felt and saw albeit without the fear and terror. I made a dozen more cuts until my body resembled a horrible blood... human swiss-cheese. It was now time for my Gerber knives. Each was identical with a 3 inch blade. These were not for cutting or slicing, but were built for plunging into someone. These were fighting knives meant to stab. I chose the length to prevent any real injury or the chance on spoiling my final act. I picked up the first of my combat. She never gave any thought about it and straight into Becky's room I went.As I walked in, I remember back to when Becky had given some old clothes to my wife for donation and inside was two pairs of her sheer thong panties. One pair was still crusty from her juicy pussy. Becky knew of my panty fettish from chats with my wife, so I couldn't help but wonder if that was on purpose. But, we didn't ask. However, later that week, I some how managed too get my wife too wear a pair of Beckys panties. Ooooh I‘ve missed that I said. Me too she replied. I followed her in watching her arse to the kitchen, do you want a cuppa or wine she asked. Cuppa first then we’ll see. Di took me on a tour of the house back then to the lounge. So how you been?. I asked you been getting it regular have you. She laughed what d’you think. So your little toy been working overtime has it, she laughed again. Well if you’ve not got anything sexy on I suggest you go and put them on coz I‘ve got something planned for. He gave her the sixth and seventh swats backhanded, being unable to reach her left cheek any other way. Then, delirious with power, he actually reached out with his free hand and tugged on the waistband of her panties, pulling them up so that the fabric slid between her cheeks, leaving them exposed. She shivered and moaned but made no comment, so Bird, even more turned on by the sight of his red hand-marks on her behind, resolved to make the last three the best. And they might have been – the.