Also I would like to see you myself," she said still holding on to my hand. I just pulled her towards me and kissed her on the cheek."I want to see yo... again too," I said and then left. I don't know why but I was expecting a murderer to appear different, but she wasn't any different from anyone else. In fact I found her quite nice. The only thing she had was a distorted outlook on male-female relationships. She thinks all women get hit by their male partners.She never said what time to call. A couple of days later I was in the living room watching tv when my aunt Eli walked in, wearing a teeshirt and a flare short mini skirt and a soon as she walked into the living room she asked me what was going on, nothing but by the way do you have my money I asked her, she said no, I said that I need it, she said I don't have it and that's why you are not getting shit and turn around and her skirt flew higher and I could see her sexy white panties, she a tease, she always tease my cock, with. Disgusted, Becky gathered the thick goo on her tongue, looked up toward the eyeholes and showed it to the perverted rapist."Wow that's hot, now swallow it!" Becky sighed in despair of the order, she closed her mouth and struggled to swallow the jizz, gagging a little as it slid down her throat. Throughout focusing on her previous ordeal she completely forgot that she had been wanking the two cocks to her sides, and that now she would have to give the same service to the three other cocks."Come. Mum probably asked for Joyce specifically. Joyce turned a chair in to the room but didn’t sit down. Instead she picked up the strap, ordered me to stand in front of her and to hold both my hands out palm upwards. I objected to which she responded with, “That’s two extras per hand my girl.” Defeated I held out both hands and she lay the strap on one palm, looked me in the eye, and said sternly, “You know to address me as Miss or Mrs. Campbell.” With that she lifted up the strap and whooshed it.