She had never seen a bottle like that, I knew. I unscrewed the plastic cap and took a light sip of the water, then handed the bottle to her. She drank...it down, her eyes watching me. I smiled reassuringly at her.When she was done, I asked her, "Is it okay if I look at the scratches on your back?"She nodded. I moved behind her and raised the back of her shirt up. The scratches were scabbed over, but I didn't think I saw any sign of infection or anything. I wasn't a doctor, so I just had to judge. .." Briana managed, after a few moments, fumbling for something to say. "We... just... if you need to talk to someone, you know. With Lorraine moving out, and so far as we know the only other people you talk to a lot are Marcus and Shawna, and they're all wrapped up in themselves right now, so..." Oh, look, I'm sorry, I didn't meant to snap, it's just everyone's been on about it, and I know that's understandable, but I want to try and get past it, get on with things. I don't want to keep. After an hour, I heard him get down go off for piss. I immediately arranged myself, removed my boxers and was sleeping with my red underwear. My shirt was raised above my boobs and nothing below that except for the underwear.I felt rough hands on my underwear as I remained still. He was standing next to me and rubbing all over my ass. I felt my hardness grow as his hands gently lifted my underwear and explored my asshole. My cock was shooting precum as his middle finger was slowly going in and. Okay, let’s take the cook first, then the toilet perv, Linda decided.She entered through the back door of the house, and walked up behind the erstwhile cook. Hitting him on the head, Linda caught him so he wouldn’t make a racket when he fell. She zip-tied his hands and feet and left him there. In the toilet she opened the door and hit the perv in the head with her bloody bat. Unfortunately for him his face was in the way and he died sitting there with his hand wrapped around his dick. The two.