By Thursday, she hated Peter, wanted to hunt him down and kill him. Xxnx They’ve been watching you all night, since we brought you down here.”
Jack, who’d made the arrangements with Peter, clapped the man on the shoulder. Something crawled down her other leg and took its place next to the first one, who was sitting comfortably in her crotch. She’d heard something. She opened her eyes slightly and watched the women. He had no idea his wife spent the whole time with her hands between her legs, clawing at her clitoris with her long nails, eyes running with tears of pain and gratefulness. Her mouth swam with the taste of her twenty lovers, she sniffed and remembered how the last one smelled slightly of roses. A small, scratching sound in the rafters above her.
