Then I realised I had to read this woman's magazine and I had betterread it properly or aunty would be mad at me and I didn't like the soundof tampon'... and sanitary towels, at the moment I thought it best if Itried to keep her happy even if that meant telling her I liked beingpretty and reading women's magazines.I read the fashion pages first trying to memorize the skirts, dressesand tops but there were so many extras like bags and shoes I then readthe beauty pages and did my best to understand. I spread my legs wide for him and waited eagerly for him to continue his assault on my swollen, wet pussy. He rubbed my inner thighs and looked down at me.“My pussy,” he said.I reached for his hand and placed it over my swollen, bald vagina.“Yours, baby. My pussy belongs to you,” I replied desperately, submitting my body to him.He grabbed his cock and slid it between my gaping lips and all the way into my pussy, pressing his hips against mine. My head fell back and mouth fell open as I felt. My arm ached from being in the same position so long. In the dim light I could see the strained look around her eyes and mouth.An hour later I felt the peck on the back of my neck as her arms encircled my waist. I was at the stove, making an omelet, big enough for the two of us if she woke up, small enough for me to devour alone if she did not."Did the smell of coffee wake you?" I asked without turning. She was still wearing the long nightgown, nothing more."I reached for you and you weren't. Dave stood up and pointed his gun at Collette again. "But before I doanything else I have a loose end to take care of. Murph, get up and gether on her feet." Part of me was disappointed I had to stop playing withmyself, but I got up as directed and walked over to the other side of thebed.Collette recoiled in horror as I put my hand out for her to take. Davewasn't happy at her lack of cooperation. "Get up bitch!" he yelled, andmaking a point of pointing the gun clearly at her head. She then.