" I nodded. In that moment I almost broke down. My eyes were wet; it would have been so damn easy to simply start weeping, right in front of him. But ... didn't want to do that; with an effort of will I pulled myself together. "Did you ever... ?" I began. I couldn't finish the sentence." ... kill somebody?" he completed it for me. "Yes. And thinking back, I'd do it again, in a heartbeat. But I had the same reaction, afterwards. Same as you. In one way it was worse for me, it was a woman, not a. That was a different story.She moved her finger in circles inside her hot dripping wet cavity. One finger was always enough for her. Her vagina had learned how to adjust to the smallest hard item she could find to stick inside her pinkness. She found, when she was a teenager, she had that ability and thanked God that He had blessed her with such an adapting pussy.She moaned as she wiggled her finger inside her hot box and took her other hand and started rubbing her clit. Rubbing her clit always. We’re in a large room above the shop. Normally this would be a flat, but it’s far too cheap for the Diamond family to live in, and they are to paranoid to let anyone rent it, so it’s sitting vacant without furniture.It’s a behind the scenes shot that Phoebe didn’t know we were filming. She’s standing in the middle of the room – still dressed, but with her black blouse half-unbuttoned, black bra and pale flesh visible. She looks nervous, picking at her fingernails whilst the crew sets up the. " I replied. "Be right back." Hurry up, we only have an hour for lunch." Right."I hurried to the kitchen before I even completely realized what had just happened. I had made him lunch, in his own apartment, and instead of saying 'thank you' he yelled at me and made me do it again. And worse, I just said 'sorry' and was now doing it again. What was happening? I should just bring this back and tell him to fix it himself.Even as I was thinking these things I was fixing the tuna salad with another.