Only the blood stains on the white shirt and the pallor of the skin hinted differently.Then, there were the bodies on the floor. They were laid out in...a row, a long piece of clear plastic beneath them. It was as if someone had put together a jig-saw puzzle; the one nearest her had had his head and one arm removed, but the head was laying just above the neck and the arm was separated from the torso by a few centimeters. Lying next to them were guns – rifles, nine mils, glocks and even a 357;. Then you can arrest and charge me if you like but I amnot saying anything until he is present."She signalled and they grabbed me, slammed me down into the chair andcuffed my hands to it. Then she leaned over to me. "There is good newsand bad news for you. The good news is that you are not under arrest forvoyeurism. The bad news, well, we can't go into it all, as a lot of it ishighly classified information. What has happened is through no fault ofyour own; a terrorist has stolen your ID. We are. "Mid afternoon onwards. Mum and dad will be here earlier to help get things ready." Paul's contribution to the conversation.It was obvious he was having lusty thoughts about Sue, she would be lucky if she got away without having to sooth the beast in him. Although from her cute smile, I doubted it would be a chore.Three of us watched the silent interplay between them, as we discussed getting things ready for my party. Most of what we wanted had been seen to, but it was the last minute things. Dad lowered his bare upper body over my chest, pressing against my big breasts. His mouth started kissing, licking and sucking my cheeks and lips for a while. The glint in his eyes showed that he was enjoying himself.My sexual stimulation, which had been mildly subdued, now flared up more intensely. Dad was working up my sexual urges. Oh God, I must stop this!"Daddy, enough daddy... goodnight daddy." I thought by saying "goodnight" he would be forced to stop."No Honey... let Daddy kiss you a.