In front of him a sweeping staircase with ornate wooden banisters rose upward to the upper floors and a massive stone archway split balconies that ran...on two sides. He wandered around the ground floor and found a large dining room, a bar, several public rooms, a huge kitchen with all of the equipment one might expect for a well appointed restaurant and finally the sports area. The sports area included a gym, a spa which included a swimming pool, sauna and plunge pools. The more he saw, the more. My sexually immature (and increasingly depraved) young mind would justify my actions however it could. Convincing myself that I had no choice but to do their "bidding" served the dual purpose of turning me on and establishing that none of this was my fault. I didn't give them my body, they took it. I didn't want to fuck them, they fucked me. The Bible was clear that man had been blessed to "reign over the fish in the sea, the birds in the sky, and all the animals", but when I was with my dad's. The victims appeared to be selected at random, yet it did not look like the drive-by shooting situation. The attacks were always elaborately plotted, and if there were some sort of contest going on to kill a person in a more outlandish way than the previous murder. For example, a person was killed by being impaled by an icicle on a hot summer day. This was followed by someone being frozen inside a block of dry ice, and that was followed by a person being suffocated by being trapped inside a. After a while, I was feeling hot, so I stood up and sat on the edge of the hot tub. His eyes instantly went to my pouch, which was looking okay, but I find the Budgy Smuggler swimmers kinda tight and they tend to make things look smooshed-up rather than show things off. I could see they were playing a bit under the water, holding hands and maybe touching each others naughty bits?!?! He started kissing her on the neck, and I could tell she was checking me out too, but I was more interested in.