“What makes you think that?” I asked curiously trying hard to be surprised. My heart pounded even faster. What if she knew it was me?“He spent a...lot of time with Mark’s girlfriend’s brother. People just though it was weird”, she tried to explain. “Andy?” I asked. He’s in his last year of high school. He had repeated a grade so I think he’s 18 or 19. He is a small guy and thin. He always had disheveled hair down to his shoulders and some whiskers on his chin. I always thought he was cute and had. ?Now stand up and begin to takeyour close off. Slowly.? I began to pull my clothing off;the chatter in the room was as toxic as the vodka I had drunk. Cat calls andadmiring statements. At 24 I was in great shape. 5?5 130 lbs. 34c tits. Nottanned, but white, which made it easier to see the marks on my skin as itturned a lovely shade of red. Shiny brown hair down the middle of my back andgreen eyes completed the picture. ?Kneel down, to where they have agood shot of your tits, cunt.? Ah, yes,. I invited every guy in my contact list(now totalling about 25) and gave them all a weeks notice in hope they'd all turn up. When the day arrived i was at the guys house way too early, fully shaved, panties on, with poppers and a dildo in my bag, pestering all my contacts, asking if they planned on coming, promising to do whatevere they wanted so long as they turned up. Once i was in the guys house we went straight up to the bedroom, where he'd already set up the web-cam to record the whole. Fighting Hawk slipped his knife into the wagon-master's throat and watched the life drain from his body. He was surprised how easy it was. He had thought that it would have been harder. Two of the warriors had a difficult task. The sentries were the ones awake to keep guard, and to give the alarm in the case of trouble, and there was no way to tell where they would be. One was found asleep, and never woke up. The other was drinking coffee at a watch fire. Fighting Hawk walked quietly up behind.