'A GIRL! YOU ARE A BOY NOT A STUPID GIRL!' He saw my diary, opened itand read a few pages. 'What filthy rubbish is this?'With that threw my diary into...the fire and then he came over and hit meagain and again. I crouched down on the bed with my arms over my headand tried to get him to stop.'Dad, Dad, please don't hurt me, please, please'. Then I felt asmacking blow on the head and the lights went out.That's how I found myself in the shed. Only wearing some panties and ablanket. I had tried to. The first assassin killed Mara when she got in the way of an arrow met for me. I asked the innkeeper to prepare a funeral for her. She deserved more than the clean-up crew."Kell nodded. "She was beautiful and brave. I will go with you." He announced it to other merchants and ten or so closed their shops and came with us to honor the brave girl who was a good companion to Ula and me.A priestess of Jana would conduct the service. I spoke of Mara's good humor, beauty, and bravery. I said, "She was. I was behind them, so neither noticed me, but I had a clear view of Hector's large red cock slamming in and out of Lucy's pink pussy, making her moan and pant with pleasure. I quickly opened my camera phone and clicked record, and captured Hector’s heavy balls swinging as his knot was about to vanish into Lucy. "Oh yes! Fuck me Hector!" Lucy panted and moaned, and Hector duly obliged by driving his knot into his willing bitch who pushed back eagerly to meet his thrusts. Still recording. ”She let out a soft sigh. This was not happening; this had to be some kind of dream. Or nightmare. She rose reluctantly. The chair was rolled away from under her as her hands slowly dropped to her sides. The man slowly undid the top button of her shirt. She looked down. He did not have the hands of a businessman; his nails were too short, as if he was biting them. No one on the 9th floor had nails like that, yet he knew her name. Could it be one of the cleaners?Or maybe some-one from.