Dehydration and starvation had been the least of her problems. Circulation had been cut off from hands and feet long enough that the flesh had blacken...d and died. It had been theorized that she had been kept tied to something, probably a rough, wooden table from the scars and splinters found on the body's back.The fabric that had been found with the body, the square of high end wool material was the same as the fiber found on victim two. It hadn't been torn but had been placed in the girl's. We were still easy with each other, but she had this something in her eyes, and a different quality to her voice. It was intriguing.When we danced again, I repeated my previous moves, eventually ending up with two silk-clad buttocks in my hands. They just felt so damn good the way they undulated and swayed as she danced. I slipped my fingertips under the elastic of her panties below her cheeks, sliding them along the elastic to her sides. Mom was pushing her pelvis against me with slow sexy. " "What's your name?" she asking sitting next to me. "I'm Bently John Carrol the 3rd, but must people call me BJ. What's yours?" I asked. "I don't know." she said shaking her head. "How can someone not know there name?" I asked. "I forgot it, It's been so long since anybody needed to know." she said. "Well if you're gonna be my friend then you're gonna need a name!" "Oh so were friends now?" she asked, a smile plastered on her face that seemed to chase her sadness away. "If you can't remember. She kneaded her nipples as she licked her upper lip, just sliding her tongue over her teeth. I was nervous. I was shaking. I was wanting. She moved one hand down to reach in her white lace panties and rubbed her palm over her mound back and forth, while she gripped her breasts with the other. She then brought her hand up to her mouth and licked her juices from palm to fingertips.She pulled the strings at the sides of her panties, and they dropped. She looked down between my thighs, making me.