She moved back over to the dressed and whipped the second drawer open, grapping a pair of spandex shorts and tossing them to the bed after slamming th... drawer shut. She hurried over to her closet and quickly slid open the door, flipping through her tops and grabbing a tight tank top meant for working out, without the need for a bra underneath.Jaclyn pulled on the tight top, adjusting it so her breasts settled in comfortably. Grabbing her shorts and yanking them up her legs, positioning them at. As they went past door after door all she could hear was moans coming from every single one. Her stomach felt sick. He was going to do this. After the fact that she had told him that they were done he was going to do this.“Vanessa?” Vanessa turned around to face Brandon. The man that had raped her the night before. He stood looking very handsome in a black t-shirt with tight black pants. “Brandon.” Paul tightened his grip on Vanessa, and she realized that Paul didn’t like Brandon. “I thought. Speaking of which, I sincerely did need to take a shower. Something about killing people always made me feel really dirty, even when no blood got on me. Certainly, slaughtering this serial killer hadn’t been my first time, although I had never taken the life of someone innocent. Thus far, I’d only killed people who had committed murder at least once, viewing it as an eye for an eye.And I never felt remorse for slaughtering a murderer, although I did always feel filthy afterward.Dropping into. . And your body reciprocates when I am fucking you, unlike the girls in our college, Fathima. I enjoyed it thoroughly.”She gave a broader smile and asked “Ah…Ma’am to Fathima….But don’t forget that I am your Fathima Madam in the outside world and in my bedroom I am your lover Fathima and you are my stud.”I just nodded and she asked softly and in good mood “Baby, Did you enjoy fucking your Fathima teacher.”I told her with a little hesitation ”Actually Fathima , I was looking at you and your body.