There are 10 pledges, so we have 10 tries.Accusations are unlocked! Enough clues are in play that someone could theoretically get the killer's identit... and motive correct, but of course it's not easy. The reader to correctly identify both the correct killer and the correct motive will get a bespoke story by me based on his/her specific request. (Provided that the kinks requested are doable.) That story will include the same number of chapters as the number of pledges left alive when the correct. I could feel him bottoming out on every stroke. His hips slapping mine and the wet sounds of our fast and furious fucking was pushing me over the edge."Mmmmm oh yeah babe. Fuck me! Just like that! Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" I screamed.My pussy tightened once more around his cock, gripping him hard as I came. I could feel his shaft swell and twitch as I spasmed."Uhhngggh. Angel. Oh god!" His slammed into me once more before he grunted and filled my pussy, prolonging my orgasm, making me moan. He didn't know which turned him on more... the smell of the tempting dog food, or the sexy scent of his mistress' pussy juices."Up here, boy!" Biff commanded.Scotty immediately leaped up onto the table.Biff chuckled as he guided the animal to his sister's ass and spread thighs."God, Biff!" Gail cried, as if fully realizing for the first time what her brother had in mind."Yeah, boy, c'mon," Biff urged the dog, which really needed no urging at all. "There's plenty of good stuff here for you to. He was due to return to work next morning, but an accident on theroad had held them up so long that it would be nearly dawn when theywould arrive back home. They discussed whether he should report for workwithout a night's sleep or whether he should phone that he would not becoming in until noon.Meanwhile an exhausted Leslie slept in the back of the motorhome.CHAPTER 2At three-thirty in the morning Mr. Heywood drove into his own drivewayand parked. Leaving Susan and Leslie sleeping in their.