Constantly plagued by it. Even if you never have a pattern, never having a pattern becomes a pattern, right? Maybe I over-think it, but that’s what ...eeps me ahead. I definitely have one common factor in all my attacks though. I never let them live. For a while, I never left DNA evidence, but it became too much hassle and not enough fun. My face isn’t in any database though, I’d be dead if it was.They found the first body yesterday. I used to burn the bodies, grind the bones, scatter the ashes,. Although she didremind him to have it with Splenda instead of sugar. He continued thisnew tradition at dinner.After dinner, Joanne suggested they watch some TV together. But findingthe right program was tough, even though Adelaide wasn't there they wantedto pick a program that would appeal to all three of them. They settled onanother fifties comedy, "The Honeymooners." Joanne and Steven enjoyed theshow a lot. Since spending the day doing housework while Adelaide wasfree to work out and go. “Reedie, you’re beautiful. You’re a wonderful woman and I want to take up residence in your underwear.”“Let me suck you,” she said quickly, scrambling around again as our x-certificate ballet moved on. She sat forwards and sucked my cock as I stood before her.“You want to fuck me?” she almost shouted, turning around again and offering herself to me doggy-style.I plunged into her and she rammed herself backward. I could feel the contours of her vulva, like smooth, slippery marshmallows, each. I kept kissing until told to stop a few minutes later."Stand up and spread your legs and raise and spread your arms. Get your legs wider slut. You can do better than that."I was encouraged by a hit on the inside of each thigh with a horsewhip. I stretched to the limits my body could take and already my arms and legs were getting tired."Hold that pose for me slave while I inspect you."Mistress walked around me slowly but I did not dare turn or move in any way to look at Her, and I certainly did.