I knew because when thinking about any of the women I had been with, it was like thinking about a new girlfriend. That buzz of excitement that runs th...ough your body knowing someone finds you fascinating enough to want to talk and touch and do other things together. I felt it for each of them with a distinction like the varied flavors of foods. All of them were mine and I belonged to them. What made that idea weird was the fact that all of them seemed perfectly happy to share me. Yet, I still. Entering and exiting through the high, grimy windows was nothing to her.Most disturbing was the large, claw-foot (whatever material) bathtub they'd installed, hooked up to a drain in the floor, water stolen from city pipes. Bottles of bleach, both empty and full, were nearby.They'd killed, and did so often enough to have their own forensic countermeasures.That spoke to the intelligence of someone in a leadership position.Maybe that meant her hunt wouldn't be quite as boring as she'd expected.So. " He brushed back a strand of my hair and put it over my left ear. "You'll be all right. Shhh." I was anxious and nervous. This man had been so brutal last night and now, he was talking gently, quietly, almost trying to reassure me. He brushed my hair again, running his fingers through the dirty strands. I felt embarrassed and nasty, too dirty for him to touch. "There is a box in the room, a Glory Hole box." He slid a hand down my side and rested it on my left thigh. "You'll be on your knees.. Then the other African mounted her.Toni couldn't look any more and left hurriedly back to her tent. She went back to check on her sister but neither she or the councilor were there. She immediately rushed for their tent, only to find that her sister was not there either. Toni did not know where to look so she prayed for her sister's safety.By this time, Karen was in the counselor's hutch and laying on her back while the big black buck was fucking her silly. His 9-1/2" black cock was in her up.