“What do you most want to do, Clarissa? What would you like to do right now?”“Wake Katrina, get her changed, then build a fire. Out there, near ...he edge of the wood.”The driver was called Nils Bergstrom. He and Señor Ortega – Sergio – gathered wood. As the sun was setting and the cool of night started to creep across the world, they lit the fire I’d requested. As soon as it was well alight I made Katrina gather up the lingerie she’d worn in the brothel and throw it into the flames. Mine. I pulled out and told him to take my place. He was bigger than I was, and as he began to enter her, she knew it. I could see her struggling with a dick in her pussy and one in her mouth to focus on the entry behind her. He was not as gentle as I was, but was not rude about it. He simply pushed in one shot until he was fully inside her. I could see the shift on her face and she was feeling things she had only dreamt about before. I was rock hard seeing all this and Kate and Mrs. Smith decided to. He nodded at the efficiency of the whole operation. They lowered the tub back down and each of the men put their bucket in the tub and then it was gone as quickly as it had arrived.While Peter slipped into the barber's chair Tom watched the Chinese women take a few of the towels and drop to their knees and clean up the water that had escaped from the tub. As Tom watched he thought that they appeared to be cleaning the floor more than just getting the water from it. He shook his head at the hard. Blood pooled from her neck as her serpentine half coiled about itself in her dying twinges. Her head rolled to a stop nearby, shock painted across her face.“Las's putrid cum,” I painted, sucking in a deep breath.I wanted to rest. My entire body ached from her crushing grip. I drew in deep breaths, my chest rising and falling as I stared down at her. I had never killed a woman I'd fucked before. I made her cum, and then I cut off her head.“Naga-bitch,” I spat, seizing onto my anger. She deserved.