She’s lying on the bed in her t-shirt and panties.Elena: Damn! I so wanted to go to the beach today. I guess I’m out of luck. At least, Amy is hav...ng fun. In the meantime, I could have a little fun by myself.Elena spread her legs wide and started rubbing her pussy over her panties with her left hand.Elena: I’ve missed the chance to see Aafi in swimwear. I can’t stop thinking about him now.She took her panties off and started feeling her slightly wet pussy. She started rubbing her clit with her. But then I saw the headline and my blood ran cold: WHYTECHURCH MURDERER STRIKES!Virginia handed me the paper. Unfolding and reading it, I found that the story was just as I expected from Victor Wight’s yellow journalism: Gratuitous description of the victim as a ‘young lady of decadence’ and ‘a half-elven strumpet.’ The article went on at length at the fashions by which this poor girl had been dismembered but seemed to care little for the fact that she had been a living woman until a few days. Three people raised their hands, including the slave who'd tested Marcia's heat upon the platform."What are your names?" Ben asked. He checked each name against the papers in his hand and confirmed each of them had guessed fifteen. "These three did indeed all guess fifteen," he said."I think the masters should precede the slave, don't you, Ben?" I asked."I agree. Master's first everyone," he called out.Some of the losers left in despair of their losing, but most wished to stay and observe what. The moon was shining in my room and I had pretty good light. I couldn’t help smiling because he was so darn cute. I whispered his name to see if he would wake up and the only reaction I got was for him to roll onto his back. I snuggled up to him. I had dreamt of this many nights, except in my dreams I woke up to him touching me and though the dreams varied, we always ended up making love. I was actually scared to wake him because being the sweet guy he was, I could see him apologizing profusely.