His room was next to the bathroom. He decided that he would bore a little hole in the wall. So Curly watched his mother as she washed cum out of her c...nt. He masturbated as he watched her loving fingers use her wash rag to groom her cunt. He always enjoyed the best cum that fingers could bring about. He always shot his load on the wall next to his bed. He had shot so many loads there until the wall was discolored. And the fact that he didn't clean up the mess until the next morning, just. Yes, always have to concentrate, whispered Retribution.At the credit union Linda walked up to an available teller. “Hi there. I need to pick up my new debit card, make a deposit to savings and checking, and I have an address now for ordering my checks.”Linda gave the teller her information and identification and waited patiently for him to finish typing in the computer. “Where is Melody today?”“She quit. Said she got a new job as a receptionist at some dental clinic close to her home.”“Ahh, I. I exited, and walked to the door on the left. Taking a deep breath, I went to raise my fist to knock. John had heard the elevator ding, and opened the door before I could knock.Welcoming me into his apartment, he offered a drink and I quickly accepted. We sat on the couch talking about the night's events. I came to New York for a getaway, to help my husband cope with the events that haunted him, the marriage I was trying to save over. John sat speechless, offering his comforting arms. John had. She ripped the gag from her mouth and spat the panties out. She was desperately thirsty.She jumped off the table, nearly onto the maniacs corpse. She looked down at him. He still had a disgusting leer on his face, even in death. She could still see the cum and blood all around his cock. It was also in her sex, oozing down her inner thigh. She was disgusted.Stacy realized she still held the pair of scissors and gave in to a wild impulse. She stabbed the dead rapist repeatedly, screaming.