I heard a faint knock on the door.“Baby?” Mom’s familiar voice came through.“C’mon in!” I called eagerly.She did, and beamed at me.“Hone..., you’re 18 today! You’re taking over the family.” Mom smiled. Selena Stone was stunning, and she’d been giving me a hard on since I could get hard ons. But now, today, as I was legally allowed to have sex, I could grab her by the hips, pull her close and kiss her fiercely. But, I didn’t. I just accepted the tight hug she gave me, and she beamed.“I can’t wait. But this, M A D was even worse. Much worse. The woman I saw had been kept alive for weeks and weeks. Begging to die.Adding to the sheer awfulness of it all, was the merry attitude of those underground viewers. Chat logs would show gleeful appreciation of the most gruesome depravities. Detailed discussions and suggestions on new tools and techniques to experiment with. Illegal meds to keep the victims alive longer.Massimino didn’t charge to enter his website. Those allowed in were fellow. The Gypsies offered to take her with them as backup for their entertainment show of magic and other tricks. The younger son spent endless hours with her showing her the ins and outs of picking pockets and distracting easy marks with her winsome ways with a small display of bare skin to confuse them about the exact location of their purse in pursuit of female flesh close at hand and generally conducive to handling with the touch of discretion.She was ready to do just that when the butcher’s wife. She closed her legs but this only put more pressure on the sensitive swollen lips of her pussy. She felt them slip around inside her panties. She was soaked! God, God, God! Ok, ok, just stop thinking about this. Think about dead puppies.The need for orgasm still clawed at her body. Her hand moved down again and she shoved it between her legs. She leaned over her book to make it look like she was just keeping to herself. Never mind me. Just thinking thoughts about torture and getting really,.