.. and friends." he choked at the last. "She was almost impossible to kill." he whispered. "She healed unbelievably fast. But then..." he gulped, "she...was in a freak accident and killed." "I'm... I'm sorry." George said quietly, feeling horrible for the woman's death, but at the same time unable to at least be thankful that he had a donor. The mixed feelings swirled inside of him while the Face continued. "We didn't know." he said quietly. "When she disappeared, we didn't think anything about. ... That night, he fantasised that he'd said to her, 'I'll fuck you anytime, any place, anywhere, you horny little slut!', jerking his cock off as he imagined her whispering back 'your place as soon as we get off the train!' and him ripping her t-shirt off, pulling her panties down and sticking two fingers into her dripping cunt as she bent over the table in the middle of his room. He fantasised that she turned around, sucked him hard and then he rammed himself into her pussy making her cum. Well if her hands digging into my shoulders and a sudden flooding from her pussy was any indication. I sprayed the shaving foam into my hand and rubbed it over her now shortened pubes. “Bald?” I asked. She opened her eyes but they seemed to be far away. “Huh?” “Do you want me to shave it bald?” “Yes, yes. Bald.” With long, careful strokes I shaved her hair off. She moaned as I dipped the razor in the hot water and brought it to her labia. I stretched her lip taut and shaved the hair off of. Sylvester, who she had now nicknamed Sye, had given her a job doing his books, her bruises had gone and they had spent most of the month settling down together and having lots of vanilla sex. The dungeon had not been mentioned and for the sake of peace and to let things settle, she had not mentioned the red videos. Each evening they walked ‘Charlie’ and though they had seen the two old lads, the weather had not been conducive to further adventure`s the bandstand being an open one and it having.