As we walked back to the office, heels clicking rhythmically on the sidewalk, Amanda said I looked much better and that she couldn't wait to get me in...bed tonight! When I thought of how she'd reacted a few nights ago I almost flipped.Eating my sandwich seemed odd; normally I would have devoured each triangular half in three bites but today I took small dainty bites and constantly used the napkin to take the crumbs off my lips. For the rest of the afternoon it was like being two people, the girl. The taste of her blood elicited a familiar wetness between her cunt lips. "Well fuck me, girl, you're just incorrigible" she thought to herself. "There's someone in the next room who almost beat you to death, and all you can think of is cumming. First things first though, I need to find out what's going on."She heard an awkward laugh from the next room, and immediately recognized it as belonging to Bill, the motel clerk she had been paying with blowjobs for the last 6 weeks. That clarified the. The boys raced through their morning work to be sure to have a seat for the noon show.She would open the backdoor and walk down the steps, with the laundry basket balanced on her hip. It rocked in rhythm to her walk as she descended the steps to the yard. She would turn a bit and walk away from us to the far end of the clothesline. I think she could hear us all moan as we watched her ass cheeks bounce in a motion that pumped blood into our cocks with each little roll.One day I had to piss. She said, “I wouldn’t let her be her.” What the hell is that supposed to mean? During one of our sessions, I had told Terri, “...look on your driver’s license. That will tell you who you are.” I have what the psychologist called a "concrete personality". That means I see things in black and white. There are few shades of gray in my view of things. Anyway, I remained hurt and angry for quite some time. Though I tried my best to not let it show, my emotions were seldom far below the surface. I.