The tedium of my non-torturing moments clings to me like a bad smell and it takes the fresh blood of a new victim to wash it away. The increase in ...y activity has in turn led to enormous pressure piling onto the police, making me their number one priority. It’s only a matter of time before they come knocking at my door, and last I checked boredom is not really considered an adequate defence for serial killing. So I was in my playroom with what could be my last playmate. I don’t have her. After about 10 minutes i followed to the kitchen and saw her back she was facing towards the other end of the kitchen door and was cooking. Again those awesome ass gave me a hard on and i directly went and grasped her from the back and started to squeeze her tits, digging my manhood into her ass cracks from behind over the gown.She had also started building up again and turned towards me and started to give me smooch. I was squeezing her ass. She also took my manhood which was very much erect. .." he kissed her on the left side of her neck."get ready..." he kissed her on the right side of her neck."for dinner." he kissed her right above and between her heaving tits. Rebecca held her breath at his last kiss."Y..yes, sir," she said holding onto the doorknob for support. He opened the door and let her leave, watching her as she wobbled a bit walking to the ladies room where her clothes were stashed. Michael Roberts smiled knowingly.Rebecca was in the restroom for an unusually long time,. Her tits looked lovely and full inside her crisp white blouse. She had lovely big blue eyes set in a round face. Her nose had a slight turn up at the end and I always joked about that in a very friendly manner. She had watched me grow up, but had never allowed this to stop her from putting her arms around me and being very friendly. Little did she know that over the years I had a crush on her and had on many occasions masturbated myself over fantasies about her. But this season I noticed that.