” Her voice is a comforting balm to me something recognisable.“I can’t see you.”“Karen, you’ve been badly hurt. You have got some bandages...over your face.”A backwash of memory from that tidal wave stirs my in mind. I remember.I remember his face as he hit me again and again. Slumping to the floor I see him reach for the knife.Blinding agony courses through me. Several times I feel the knife slide into my body. Somehow it feels like it’s his right, he’s my husband, my lover, he has the right to. Another odd one. Women already have that since the strict new equality laws came into effect. Did they want him to justify it?This question only had two options: Because of the law. or Why should they?The question required more detail than the two options allowed so he chose the second answer.Then they asked: What are a man’s ideal traits? They gave him many options, nearly twenty. What they didn’t provide was clarification on how many to choose.A teen in front of him raised his hand, and the. "Mmmmm that's good sweetie now take your other hand and jack yourself off, good keep doing it, don't stop," she told me. She was undulating now, rotating her hips and pumping her pussy toward my hand. I was stroking my cock steadily and wondering still if this was really happening. There was just enough moonlight coming through the window to illuminate her silhouette. I could smell a mixture of the musky scent of her sex and perfume. It was intoxicating. She reached up and pulled her night gown. Answering quickly, she heard faint music like someone playing a music box with a badly pre-recorded voice."One little, two little, three little Indians. Four little, five little, six little Indians."The song could have gone on, but Sam was so freaked out by it that she tossed her phone to the side, and figured it was just some k*ds playing a prank or something.Once Carly got her stuff, she and Sam headed down the hall to the opened door of the large darkening sunroom, where Andre, Beck, Nate,.