Closing the door, she turned it over, untied the lace bow holding it shut and looked inside:You are cordially invited to attend a masquerade ballThis ...aturday, October the 31stFillmore Mansion,300 Turner Street, SalemIt will be a night to remember.Apart from the lace and the parchment it was written on, it was quite a plain invitation. She also noticed that there was no name, number or time listed. Suddenly she felt a touch at her shoulder."Ahh!" She jumped and spun."Whoa! Sorry. I didn't mean. I wanna fuck that tight little pussy of yours! Kara grinned but ignored his last comment and slowly started to slide the toy into her waiting cunt. Inch by inch the 7 inch shaft disappeared into her wet cunt. Mmmmm, moaned Kara. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. She slowly started to pump the buzzing toy in and out of her tight pussy. Sam watched as she started to rhythmically thrust the toy in and out. Her moaning was driving him crazy. He should be the one making her moan.. Well... it won't come to that." All right. I trust you, Corey. And know you won't let me down."Somehow this had gotten serious, to the point that there was a lot ofemotional commitment at stake. She swung her feet over the side of thebed and put on the boots, which she had conveniently placed thereearlier. Then she stood and set one foot on the edge of the mattress,giving him an eyeful of what he wanted. Next she turned and went to herdresser to take something from the top drawer. It was. We brought in the entire 82nd to back her up. She was there with her fiancé on the ground, unconscious. The whole area was littered with bodies. There were about eighty. All with what we call the Kelly Jackson trademark: bullets in the brain. Marshal, she beat you ... all by herself!”Katrina was looking at Kelly in awe as Kevin told the story.Kelly was very red-faced when he finished. “Kevin, all I tried to do was keep my head down, and I didn’t even do that very well!”Kevin looked at her.