I could tell that she was doing her best to reassure them. Well, at least her kids actually cared about her. I was fucking envious for sure.A differen... orderly—not my guy—interrupted them and wheeled her into the room that was next to the one I was in, 206B. My guy returned and did the same to me. I was able to get myself off of my gurney and onto my bed without too much trouble. I relaxed; well, what else was there for me to do.It was a full hour later when I saw an older woman come and. When I came to Bloomington I soon discovered there had been seven seemingly related murders there in 1910 and 1911. Of course the evidence is sketchy when you go back that far but there seems to be sufficient evidence to conclude Belle committed those murders. ‘The Aileen Wuornos case is usually brought up as the one which changed the nature of the typical serial killer profile. Many female serial killers have probably escaped apprehension because those investigating the murders were thinking. And, as I eased my palms out and squeezed up the sides of her ass, Sia’s but crack spread revealing a tightly closed rosebud. Her cleft flowered open, moisture, a small clit, small still maturing inner labia, and, oh God, the very small entrance to her vagina.Precum leaked, erection drooling and nodding furiously with approval.Sia’s buttocks were firm, silky, and cool to the touch. They yielded sensually, bulging seductively to the pressure of my massage, her rosebud winking as it appeared and. I arrived at the studio for the Session – my personal worship session, where I was hoping I could properly worship Her in person – as prepared as I could be, and She was talking to Her photographer when I walked through the door. She introduced me, and then he went off to the office next door – obviously She was taking a precaution, which was very sensible of Her, but of course there’s nothing for Her to worry about, I’m absolutely harmless, and as a life-long girl-worshipper I’d be Her.