They were sympathetic that I was awake two nights in a row and so assured me that they will not disturb me that night.We were still talking around 9.4... pm when Neeru entered the room with two glasses of milk and closed the door. She was still in her evening dress of t-shirt and pant and hadn’t changed into her sleepwear. I muted the phone and asked her why she came. She smiled, bit her tongue and mouthed silently, “Sleeping together, Jiju”.I was worried we will be discovered and shook my head. Sneaking out of her room I go tothe bathroom. The whole time I was doing this I thought nothing of it. Itwas as if it was the normal thing to do.In the bathroom I start to get dressed but seeing all that ugly body hairgrabbed my sister's Nair. Feeling much better as I dried off decided touse some of her floral body lotion. I put on the bra and panties. I takesome tissue paper to stuff the bra and then put on the skirt and blouse.I look in the mirror. My hair is a mess. Maybe this punk rock. Mary and Jane both heard the derogatory comments but knew it wasn’t their place to object, more so because they weren’t just the maids, but maids who had been caught out doing wrong by their mistress. As such, they deserved whatever the teenage girls said about them.Mary even enjoyed being the focus as she was spanked and knew her pussy lips were getting damper and damper as the spanking stung her bottom cheeks more and more.After several minutes of being spanked continuously, both Mary and. Even if it meant destroying the whole town to get her.The man wasn’t a stranger to killing; death was a necessary part of life. It was, after all, the only thing guaranteed at birth. At least, that was how he justified taking so many lives.He wondered how it felt to die. He wondered if it would feel at all or if the end was just a miasma of pain and then nothing. As a boy he’d tortured and killed bugs and animals, trying to feel something. Anything. Trying to watch as the bugs and animals died,.