No hips.Hair's all wrong - too, I don't know, short? Boyish? Androgynous... yeahthat's it. My hair is too androgynous. Nice lips though. The socks and...kirt are getting me worked up again. Despite the depressing conversationI just had with Larry, I feel my dick rising again. Again? I have to getout of these clothes, this is ridiculous! I'm a pervert! I'm a fuckingdeviant!I find Mom in the kitchen. She's looking somber and absorbed in her task:chopping veggies or something."Mom." I catch myself. He held my hair and showed the camera the mess he made and told everyone he was now going to his room to fuck this married slut. I stood up and he undressed me and said goodbye. When the camera was off he apologized if he over-stepped his boundaries. I said, “No.” He offered me a towel to wipe my face off. He led me upstairs to his bed which we climbed on to. He began to lick and finger my already drenched pussy. We put the game on to see how far along it was. It was just after half time. He. .." Yeah. No k**ding." Melissa laughed."What did you say?" I was just saying how much the cafeteria food sucked. Do you think we get take out from our favorite Schezuan place tonight? I've been craving it..." Sounds good! Call it in and we'll pick it up."Melissa threw her belongings near the bed and scanned the room. Posters, pictures and stuffed a****ls from her youth. Everything looked and smelled the same. She smiled and absorbed the secure feeling.They ate the spicy chicken, veggies and. “As you can see, it worked. I have also taken two major assets out of the equation.”“What do you plan to do?” Roger asks snidely. “Hold me here, keep me captive?”“As a matter of fact, no,” Strandon says with a chuckle. “I’m going to kill you too.”Roger shifts uncomfortably. He isn’t bound and if he is going to die, why not do so fighting his way out of here? He begins to lift himself out of the couch when Strandon pulls out Roger’s gun and points it at him. “I suggest you stay sitting.”“Why.