I sat down on the bed with a sigh, catching my reflection in the mirroras I did so. For a brief moment l was confused by the sudden presence ofthis yo...ng girl, before, with great shame, realising who I was reallylooking at. I looked away from the mirror, bowing my head but that onlyfixed my gaze on my hairless legs and girlish knickers that now encasedmy manhood.A moment later Deborah returned with a bottle of nail varnish. She pulledthe vanity stool up to the bed and placed my foot on her knee. As Rachel poured the water from the pitcher she thought about how nervous she was making Tom. She should get him to relax a little. A devilish thought crossed her mind spurred by her early morning encounter with her fingers.Sandra stepped into the shower. The water was hot and sweet on her skin. She closed her eyes and let it run over her body enjoying the feeling of its sweet embrace. Reaching for her shaving cream she lathered her mound and turned away from the stream. Razor in hand she. When a pledge dies, she dies canonically. The night resets and the story begins again with you, the readers, controlling a different pledge. There are 10 pledges, so we have 10 tries.Accusations are unlocked! Enough clues are in play that someone could theoretically get the killer's identity and motive correct, but of course it's not easy. The reader to correctly identify both the correct killer and the correct motive will get a bespoke story by me based on his/her specific request. (Provided. She was a sizeable woman with large voluptuos breasts and wide hips, but her 6 foot 4 height made this size less of a problem for her. She liked to think it was a problem for whichever man her thighs were around that night to deal with. Her hair was long and chestnut brown, her face round but not chubby, her ass was the one thing she wished was smaller, though thats every girls wish afterall, she mused. As she heard the sharp clink of glasses downstairs she felt her heat rising as she.