Just inside the door was the picture of us on the floor. The note said: Gayle being pleased by her faithful friend.In the dining room was a picture of...her whipping me. The note said: The ungrateful Gayle abuses her faithful friend.The next was the picture of her on the bed during her orgasm. The note said: Gayle's friend forgives her torment and pleases her again.The last one was the picture of me sitting in the box. The note said: Gayle responds to her friend's devotion with even greater. There was no meat left on her. She was starved and beaten." His finger traced the border of one picture. "How in the hell did she manage to conceive a child much less keep one? Why did he keep her so long?" He looked down into Michelle's face, saw the sadness there. "You okay?"Michelle wished they were alone, that she could slip into his arms and let him hold her. It was so unbelievably sad that animals such as this killer managed to get away with the things that they did. "Yeah," she said.. I’m sure you’ll want Megan and me to go since we arrange awesome things like this for you,” Caryn said, making her pitch for two seats.“Fine.”“Do you know who you want to add to the list?”“My parents, Greg and I guess Angie, my uncle...” I said and paused as I thought.“What about Brook?”“Yep. I should also invite her parents since they took me to a Cardinals game.”“What about Phil?”“Yeah, and I better invite Peggy, and I almost forgot about Tami.”“That’s thirteen. Who are the last two?”“Did you. I was just about to assume the position on my knees in anticipation when there was a knock at my stall door. How the hell? I hadn't even heard him move!"Let me in," came the hushed voice.Still sitting on the john with my pants around my ankles and hard cock in my hand, I leaned forward and turned the lock. The new guy entered my stall and locked it behind him. He looked about 18 or 19, probably a freshmen, slim kid with no fat and little muscle on him. He fumbled with his belt and then his fly.