Therefore one of these apartments must be where the video hadbeen made.I crossed the road and entered the lobby. It was deserted and looked asthough i... had seen better days. On the right of the lift shaft was anarray of forty mail boxes with call bells besides them. The name besideeighty one was S. Nuffield; ninety one was blank and a hundred and onehad the names Martha and Fred Deere. These last two I felt I coulddiscount as they were unlikely to be making the sort of film I'dwatched. Ninety. I think the boys are a little d***k and not used to drinking especially outdoors in full sun. One reaches into his plastic bag and pulls a beer off its plastic ring and offers it to me. I call back for him to leave it beside my clothes, which he does, right on top of my skimpy knickers and I can see him lift them for his friend to view. They are young, being imature and excitable, enboldened by the alcohol the one with my knickers tosses them to his friend who sniffs the crotch and thrusts them. Rip her buttocks. Slice a nice shot right inthe crack of her cunt. Face?yes, one eye ripped out. Back, torn to expose bone.Amazing, she?s still scrabbling to try and get to her knees. The power of thesurvival instinct frequently amazed Greta. But that stroke ripped her titlesschest open.?Die, you delicious gorgeous pain-filledtortured cunt?..die!Later, Gretatook the severed breasts in to Bill?s cell. He and Greg had both passed outduring the last frenzy of violence when Greta sliced the girl to. "YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT ME AND NEVER LET MY NAME COME ACROSS YOUR MIND OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL HOURS GOT IT!?!?" "Yes mr evans." keisha said. Keisha was really turned on by the fact that mr. Evans was obviously pissed and cursing loudly. Mr evans then walked over to the door of the class and locked it. "What are you doing?" keisha asked. "Why we're gonna test your theory keisha." mr evans said. "what?" keisha said in fear. "You said maybe i needed my dick sucked... Maybe your right." mr evans then.