" Oh thank you, Gerta. I don't know how I could do this without yourhelp."Gerta handed the tall glass of water to Elizabetta and she took a longdrink...holding her veil out of the way. Gerta put the glass down andreturned to work. There wasn't much more to do to prepare their victimfor her final disposal.Gerta checked the heart rate monitor one last time to make sure thatJanet was dead. As sadistic as Elizabetta was, there was only one"client" that deserved the horror of being buried alive. . I sat on the middle of the bed..Face is focused with light..Expressions of the waiting bride for the bridegroom..Curiosity and thrill in face..Sometimes thought full for the first time intercourse..Uncle as husband enters in..Shy and shiver in me..Stepped down the bed..Touched his feet..Handed over the glass of milk..He took me in his arms..Kissed on lips..Shyly I leaned over him…he guided me to the bed..I followed in soft steps..I was lifted on to the bed..Laid on my back..His leg on me..Hands. He held the lovely young Wren tight as he ground againsther and howled as her tight passage convulsed and milked him of hisseed.His passion spent he whipped his deflating penis from Michele's anus andflung her to the floor. He wiped his buttery cock with a dishtowel whilehe watched the pitiful young Wren get to her knees, holding in a gasp ofpain as she stood and pulled up her knickers and tights."Fuck that wasn't bad," Knocker sniggered lifting Michele's chin.She stared back at him. She is almost overcome with tears when she enters the room. So many times she had dreamed of getting away, only to have it not work out. Wandering about the room, touching the gauzy curtains, and the little hospitality set, she looks almost afraid that she is about to wake up again. He sits in the wide wicker chair and watches her, pleased to be able to give her something she has hoped for for so long. Their honeymoon weekend had arrived… if only seven years after their marriage. They have.