First-person Perspective: You’re Obsessed With Grippy Sock Gblnmmmy Feet
0 Afterwards, Kevin gave her a warm kiss, full of tongue, before heading off to join the crowd. Reaching under the hem of her dress he seized her lace panties, ripping them to ribbons as he jerked them off. The preparation was completed by tying the girl’s wrists and ankles to the spit. The staff had already opened the girl’s belly and had cleaned out her internal organs. She found the sight profoundly erotic. She consoled herself over a full belly and a strong scotch and soda with the thought that the roasting should be well completed by the time dinner came around. Fresh blood welled up from the enlarged wound, seeping past the girl’s fingers where she tried to stop the bleeding. *** *** ***
When lunch time came, Claire had been a bit disappointed that the day’s first kill that she had been looking forward to tasting had not yet been ready for serving. The fact that the feed from his cap-cam was showing on the picnic big-screens indicated that he had signaled an alert to the communications manager at the camp; he must have heard something to
