He kills them.Oh, not all of them. And here we go into his unique mind again. He doesn't kill all of them, just the ones who are beautiful and married... If they can resist his advances, he moves on, in his mind praising them for being pillars of high virtue. If they are weak of flesh, he gives them what they want--himself-- but then he decides they're sluts. Sadly, they may not have been sluts at all, but just innocent souls too weak to resist him. But in his mind, their weakness makes them. Kind of short and I thought how damn sexy my baby was going to look in that. So I looked and found one her size then I went and found a bright shiny blue one for myself to fit the mood.Off to the next stop, I stop at the grocery store picked up some seedless grapes and melon tray. Then I went to the flower shop picked up a single red rose. Stopped at the hobby store and pick up a bunch of fake rose petals, now my shopping is done. On my way home went over my list making sure I hadn’t forgotten. "Hello, Mrs. Dinsmore," I said calmly. "The sharp pain you felt in your hip was a hypodermic dart fired by a gas-propelled gun, the kind used to capture animals in the jungle. You were given a paralyzing sedative. As you noticed, you're unable to move or speak. That'll give us a chance to talk."I smiled as I leaned over her."You can feel pain and you can think, but you can't move or communicate. Listen carefully to what I have to say. Your life depends on it."When I stopped for effect, I. She crushed her lips onto his, piercing his lips with her tongue, their tongues twisting together like snakes. Christelle stood to join in the tongue fest, firstly kissing Greg as Roxy relinquished her grip then she kissed Roxy. It was like a tsunami of passion and Greg felt he was being tag teamed like in a wrestling match. Roxy took her turn to give attention to Greg’s cock as he devoured Christelle’s divine breasts. The women led Greg to the king size bed where they sensuously lavished his.