I didn’t mind because I have a fetish with bondage so I just laid there and let Kevin’s seed swim around in my bowls. Then I heard someone come i...to the room.“That was a fantastic fuck. How would you like to try having some more fun?” Kevin asked.I had taken the next couple days off so I wasn’t worried about the time so I nodded ‘yes’ and awaited my instructions. Kevin pulled me to my feet and hoisted me onto his shoulders and carried me to a new room still bound and blindfolded. He laid me. The girl who's father was responsible for the death of Sara. I started to worry and hurried after her. Just to find her on all fours under the stairs with her dress on her back and her pussy and bottom exposed. I had to admit that her exposed bottom looked very nice. But there were tears in her eyes when she turned her head to look at me."Look, I'm sorry I'm no longer a virgin, but I'm yours now for a half a year to use in any way you want."I looked at her with my mouth open and then I also saw. When she leaned into the fridge though, her intelligence took a back seat to her back seat. He couldn’t help but notice that her black jazz pants didn’t show a panty-line, yet he’d seen her pull on underwear earlier… God, she was pretty… no- she was beautiful. Her mind, her body… she was just beautiful. He’d do all he could to remind her of that, if she’d just let him. ‘And that’s why I write and don’t think,’ she grinned as she snatched up a small pack of lunch-meat instead of her candy. ‘Want. Nicotine sounds good, you reach for Shelly, asking her for a cigarette. She says nothing, but a lit clove is handed to you. You inhale deeply, savoring the taste of it… Somewhere, behind the music, there is a more primal beat. Like sex. Like screams. Like death. It has you excited, you throw yourself into the rhythm. Shelly dances with you, pressing herself against you, whispering in your ear as you pull her close. You don’t know what she said, but it excites you. You taste blood on your lips.