I walked up and threw my arm around her waist. I ran my fingers through her hair and rubbed my face up against hers, breathing in her perfume, it was ...o very sweet. I wanted to say something witty like Hannibil Lecter, but again, all that came out was a low, animalistic growl. Once more I paused, thinking about what I was about to do, and then just as one would expect a scream, or a cry for help, a single tear dropped down her face, and a small squeaky “please” escaped her lips, and I could. My wife was as pleased as punch, to be going to a party and to meet new people.We met up with the couple and they drove us to the lovely big house of their friends. We were made very welcome and introduced to lots of people. It did seem a bit odd that most of the guests were male. I mentioned this and was told that it was because they were mostly business associates.We got separated and after a while I went in search of my wife. I went from room to room, I eventually found her in the kitchen. I. Josh bent his knees enough so he could place both hands on the mangled remains of his girlfriend's legs, and squeezed, watching her lips quiver from the sensation. He continued with rhythmic, circular motions, and could watch Meredith melt before his eyes, arching her back, and firmly holding onto her handles. She shifted her weight, and with a little effort parted her stumps invitingly.Josh pressed the back of his fingers against the moist labia, and very slowly moved them up and down. He too. Before starting the butcher shaved off Sophie's ginger pubic hair by sliding his fingers in her pussy making sure every hair is removed with a razor and under her arms on her pale delicate skin before chopping her up with a meat cleaver to display neat cuts of meat inthe trays of his shop, heart, liver, her ribs and tasty mince all neatly arranged with a price tag on each item.He leaves the other carcasses hanging in his freezer to cut up and sell later before working on the body of Mary. This.