I woke up and the sky was bright. Carol was nestled into me. I got up to pee, I went into the kitchen and made some fresh coffee. I stared absent-m...ndedly at the gurgling pot. I went into the bedroom and gently woke Carol up. We both put bathrobes on and went to get coffee. I walked her into the living room and said, "We need to talk." I started with our seduction of John, how we went from sexy bedroom whispers to flirtation, to exhibitionism, to actual fucking. I said that was a shared. I swiped him in the throat with my baton and crushed his windpipe. He fell beside Marlene and struggled for nearly two minutes to try to get air through to his lungs. During that time, I stood over him and enjoyed watching him die!As near as I could tell, Judy was simply unconscious and was suffering no ill effects except for the rape itself. However, Marlene was conscious and was in considerable pain from her broken arm and her abused pussy. I guess that I was foolish, but the first thing I. He had a few bad habits and thought nothing of using his thumbs to expel snot from his nostrils. His language was very coarse but his goofy sense of humour was intoxicatingly hilarious.In our team of workers, I wasn’t his only fan, and everyone adored him. At teatimes and during lunch breaks, Corky always had us in stitches with laughter, with graphic stories centred around his latest sexual exploits. Amid the mirth, it was clear that Corky was highly sexed and quite a stud.On a more serious. I put the section of rope in her hand like I had with Aunt Shellie and had her put her hands behind her back. As I looped the rope around moms wrists I saw her flushed red color up close, it was getting darker red. It seemed as if she were standing more at attention than normal. Man I just didn't know what to read into any of this. Mom said, almost whispering to me, "why" I was at a loss as to what to tell her so I just said. She was nervous and didn't know what to do with her hands. The.