Again she screamed in pain as I removed my foot from her cunt, wiping the blood that had appeared on her inner thigh.Without thinking about it, I bent...over, knife in hand, and stabbed the fucking thing deep in her cunt. Twisting it around to make sure the damage was as good as I could get it. She had stopped screaming by now, and in fact. Had stopped moving. Only her chest movement told me she was still alive. The fucking cow hadn’t even got the sense to fucking die when she knows she. Fiona had a scare with breast cancer almost a decade ago and had one breast partially removed making her look a bit lop-sided on her left side. It was hardly noticeable in candle light and she tended to offer her right side for photo ops and the occasional random feel-up by an interested male.Now that she was totally liberated, she no longer pulled the punches with offering her mouth or her bum for her prospective partner's pleasure and her generosity in that area seemed to offset the obvious. "Lube my asshole, Billyyyy!" Kathy moaned. "Hurry, lover, get Mommy's asshole all greased up so you can really fuck the shit out of it!" Billy joined his mother on the bed, uncapping the Vaseline jar and smearing the goo liberally, all over his throbbing cock. Kathy shuddered as she felt him applying the cool jelly to her asshole, darting his finger into her puckered anus to coat the rubbery interior of her tight little asshole."That's enough!" she cried. Her asshole felt hot and itchy, eager. . and if she's HIV positive... if she gave me AIDS... there's no hope at all, is there?"Barbara looked at her husband in horror. She had forgotten. She knew Steve had almost died as a baby when a shot of penicillin had been administered for a much less serious ailment."Why?" she whispered. "You didn't have to do that." Steve shrugged wearily."Because I was tired of hurting all the time, Barbara. Because you wouldn't let me be. I couldn't get away and let any healing start. You kept the pain.