Then as i watched her, plunged her fingers deep into her vagina. I could hear how wet she was,the wet squishy sounds of her fingers furiously fucking ...erself.The couple in the next room was getting evan louder as the woman moaned and groaned.This was more than i could stand. I started grinding my pussy against the pillow under me. I was grinding fast and hard,my hips going up and down. I was in the grip of a red hot haze of lust, hell and wild horses Couldn't have stopped me. I slid my right. There was something I was missing, some indescribable difference between "hot" and "erotic." I could look at a picture or a video and feel the pulse inside, even though I would never look at a guy and think "he's hot." Then again, I didn't really need to be able to respond to a visual that way myself - I only needed to convey excitement through my words. I studied the pictures again, trying to feel the heat behind the flat screen. I almost had... something. By the end of the weekend I'd tossed. He didn’t fall, he caught himself again and gave me a death stare, and I didn’t feel comfortable having them run while he still had control of the knife, too risky. I directed Ashley to get behind me, and she slowly walked over, still scared out of her mind, but grabbed on to my other arm for dear life.“Randy...” Ashley said in a still shaky voice.“Not now, we’re not out of this yet.” I responded.“I wanna go home Randy, please let’s just go home,” Rita cried.“He still has the knife, if we try. "It's very pretty," she said frowning."Yes it is, but what's wrong?" I asked.She sighed. "Ms Sherrim is giving me time off, while taking you tobrunch. Has given you a gift and apologized for some perceivedslight." Ok so what am I missing?" I asked."I don't know, but I feel like she is fattening the turkey before thekill," she confided."So you think her note is a lie?" I inquired."No, her note is honest, if she says something she means it. I havejust never seen her act like this to someone.