But things are getting out of hand. My snuff sessions have become too frequent. The missing girls are racking up; the photos of their beautiful faces... taken at far happier times, are splashed over the front pages of every concerned newspaper; their images reminding me, taunting me even, of all the fun things I’d done to them mere days before, inciting me to relive such pleasures more and more often. The tedium of my non-torturing moments clings to me like a bad smell and it takes the fresh. We leave in less than an hour," said Arora."Yes, my husband," she answered rising to accompany him into the other room.Niomi turned to Hyota."Then I shall see you tonight at dinner?" Yes," he said coldly, "tonight."With that Hyota left for work and Niomi joined Arora to help with the packing.Niomi actually hummed as she prepared dinner. She had seen Arora off and now was fixing Hyota's favorite. The thoughts of being able to reason with him and explain how her actions were for the best. “Err, the salesman delivered us the wrong commodity! We had to go back! ” Aamna cut-in between.“Hmm”, I tossed water bottle to them. They were all sweaty and looked tired. I was relieved, as they at least showed up in time.“Sorry!”, Priya enunciated the words with a childish giggle, “Promise me, you won’t tell Mom!”“Okay, fine!”, I assured.“See, Sam is easy to persuade, I told you na! Give me my 100 bucks!”, Priya uttered and winked at me. I gave an annoyed look.Aamna handed over the money to. No body wants you with your fat ass. Her friends shukkeld and moved on. I hate her! She made my life miserable from day one in high school. I walked to one of the benches and sat me down. As I had nobody to talk to I started to observing the room. Some of the boys looked stunning in there suits, my thought drifting away, how I would kneel before one of them and opening his zipper. Pulling his semi hard cock out of his pants and putting in my mouth sucking on it and feeling his dick getting.