Pete was definately not her normal type, but she was on vacation. The new realisation that Pete had been talking to her in the garden with only the si...k material of her slip to seperate her boobs from his gaze had made her strangely horny.She snapped out of her train of thought slightly disgusted with herself and focused on why Pete was holding her in the first place. Why had he called her name? Was she about to do something dangerous? Had he saved her some how? She looked at the floor as if. . Mike didn't hesitate at all with his answers. So if your Mistress squats over your mouth, what will you do....??? Lil knew that she was crossing the line between professionalism and her own needs.My tongue will be available for however Mistress Lil commands me to worship her. Mike answered. Lil thought about lowering her asshole over Mike's mouth, but knew that they only had so much time.What if your Mistress squeezes your cock....??? Like this.... Lil reached over and squeezed Mike's hard. "I'm not! I just wanted a taste of that delicious looking pussy of yours," I replied. She looked sheepish when I said "pussy"."Pussy? That word scared you?" I asked."Well, no... But it's not how I refer to it. I just call it my vagina," she replied."It is your vagina. But when I call it your pussy, it's because it's so damn sexy. I could just lick that thing all day!"She blushed again, a very deep red this time. I was definitely getting to her. She let her guard down again, and stepped back. Shit.She blinked back tears, and saw.The scene was worse than the bathroom had been." ... jesus," she muttered, then promptly vomited.Henry's corpse - and it was definitely a corpse, there was far too much of his blood outside of his body than in for him to be alive - was covered wounds, most of them bloody slashes. The face was unrecognizable.From the blood all over her hands, Renee could only assume the damage had come from her fingernails. Blood stained the neck of her shirt, in the outline.