All morning she had read through descriptions of the Countesses crimes against servant-girls, peasants and finally lower nobility. She had beaten, bit...en and sliced her victims to gain their precious blood, sliced open their breasts, with this knife! Joyce stared in horror as she weighed up the meaning for her own sanity.Clearly she was influenced, no altered by contact with the knife, but how did the mirror and knife relate to one another the co-incidence was too great, they could not surely. He then pressed the penthouse button and the elevator started moving. Katy pressed her hands over her mouth to suppress a scream of delight as she saw the big ‘P’ on the elevator keypad light up. When they reached the penthouse, they discovered there was a foyer with three doors. The bellman told them that the side doors opened directly into the two bedrooms and the center door, a beautifully carved wooden double door, opened into the main portion of the suite. He inserted one of the cards and. M. as I was getting a sinking feeling, a lanky guy sat on the bar stool next to me. He wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but not too bad. He was one of those, ‘one a.m.’ people.Confused? Okay…let me explain: A friend and I had code for club or bar pick ups. If you went home with someone at ten p.m., they were generally fucking hot. At eleven p.m., they were simply hot. At twelve a.m., not too bad. At one a.m. they were so-so. At two a.m., under par… and so on, I’m sure you get the picture. In case. I was getting more and more excited. Then I asked them about their families and I often touched their hands while asking questions. The farm boys were a bit shy at first but after some time they got free.Then I got up and started dancing and they too joined. They started touching me and I realized it was going to be a wild party.Soon, all three of us were drunk. Suddenly, I put my hands around their cocks and they knew they were going to get some real juices to drink.Quickly, I went on my knees.