She illogically thought that if she DID cheat on him she could easier close the door and easily live with that new guilt. I didn't take a lot of psych... courses in my studies, but she was suffering from a classic case of low self-esteem brought on by her first failed marriage. She was probably always the best looking girl in her crowd and when she finally gave herself to a lifelong commitment he turned out to be a philanderer making her think she wasn't good enough. Before we did one interview. Which is empty and looks like a hurricane went through the place.Ceiling lamps are dangling low and crooked, their cables half ripped out, some of them shooting sparks. Chairs and tables are partially overturned, wonky from having had some of their legs broken, cups of courtesy drinks, debris of bits and bobs are scattered on the floor – and is that a dead body back there by the pillar? The bar itself – the counter, I mean, which was made of some wood-like compound – seems to be missing a. Kerri was rotated face up and head put a knife to her throat. ?Kiss me you little Wall Street Whore?. He started kissing Kerri and she did her best to do what he wanted. After he was done he dumped a big load of spit on her face. ?Yea, I think you’ll do fine? ?Talented tongue you have there BITCH.? ?Guys, THIS WHORE HAS HAD PRACTICE?STAYIN ALIVEMeanwhile, a pair of heads where already cutting off Jimmy’s clothes with their knives. He was naked hanging face down with his cock and balls. "Now it's Demons turn!" she announced, and the men cheered again as the tiny blonde girl called the dog over. Emily was too exhausted to even struggle now, her legs burning and every muscle in her body feeling dull and dead. The dog lacked the subtlety and finesse of its master, but more than made up for that with eagerness, its cold wet nose snuffling in Emily's helpless pussy before it's long tongue began lapping desperately at her. Emily felt disgusted as the long, slimy tongue slid into.