.” Aggie paused for a moment to consider. “I don’t think so. The carriage entrance is not visible from the kitchen archway, and I don’t think ... made any sound at all, nothing a human ear would pick up. And the carriage doors are absolutely silent.”“What about smell?” asked Ann. “You knew of them through smell.”Aggie frowned. “Oh hell, I don’t know. I did take a shower that morning, but heck, I admit, I did come here after hours of nervous jumping.” She wrinkled her nose. “I suppose it’s. Now she was so hot and excited she wished they would fuck her. Any medical problems he asked.?.. She continued to recover and laid there with her legs open and breasts exposed. She wanted it that way. Now she felt empowered and in control and even noticed a bulge in the younger doctor's pants. That made her even more excited. Well she said.." sometimes during sex I get a pain"....the doctor replied..."well I see your vagina now is a little engorged, not as much as during full sex, so it is hard. Get the crotch wet with your cunt juices.When your dad finds them, he'll put them to his nose and smell your cunt and he'll take his cock out and start jerking off. Then he'll lick the crotch of your panties and he'll get so turned on he'll have to get off. "Sunny, I have your wet panties on my face and I'm stroking my cock. I've seen you in your bra and panties but I want to see your cunt and your tiny brown asshole. Sit on my face, my little girl. Sit on daddy's face."Sunny: OK here is how it. "Bread and Circuses," was the motto of the day. But going behind closed door and torturing someone to death was just a waste of good money. Killing was OK. They made killing a "Morality Play," a display that embodied their values. Killing and dying should be done bravely and well, or condemned if badly done. Public murder was a display that embodied the cultural values of their society. To die with dignity was something they approved of. They drew a moral distinction about dying with.