After a series of extra-hard pumps, I blasted my semen into her with a loud roar and collapsed on top of her.“I know it was only for one day,...21; Aunt Beatrice whispered. “But I missed having you in my bed.”“I know what you mean,” I said, kissing her chest. “It took everything I had to keep myself from raping you in the middle of the night.”“Well, it’s your last day here. Rape me all you want today.”“Yes, Aunty.”After. Eve asked should I lay on my front or back, if it’s your neck and cheeks then I would lay face down first. Eve lay down with her arms resting by her sides, the room was now filling with the aromatic smells of the candles and oils and I switched on a CD of soft tranquil background music. Warming the oils in my palms I started to massage her feet, gently moving around her soles then ankles. Slowly moving up over her calves to her knees, my oily hands sliding effortlessly over her soft skin I. The cute reporter from WDSU again asks him if the word WHORE is burned into her chest. He reluctantly affirms it but tells her not to draw any conclusions as it may be just a copycat murder. A report from the white female officer later in the afternoon produces no clothing. He wonders how thoroughly a search she and the other officers actually performed. But he immediately dismisses his thoughts, as it was a long shot anyway. He didn’t expect her to find any clothing. By Sunday afternoon he is. “ she breathlessly pleaded again, her fear-filled eyes darting back and forth scanning for familiar stares and unwanted faces, as she slowly ground herself into the wooden seat while gripping her conservatively coiffed hair with one fist and clutching an almost fully exposed breast with another. “Or, if you prefer, I could indefinitely hold you here, playing with the ebb and flow of your sexual agony, dangling you over the edge of a beautiful orgasm without releasing you. Would you prefer.