She smoothed her hair, rubbed her arms, and then said to herself, "It worked. Gracias a Dios." She started to cry as she crossed herself and whispered... "Santa María, madre de Dios. It worked. Sweet Virgin Mary, you answered me."Personally, I thought Brock had more to do with it than the Virgin Mary, but I thought now was probably not the time to discuss theology. Lisa was crying and laughing at the same time, turning back to the mirror every few seconds to look again at herself. On the third or. With hindsight I might have done things differently, but when you're got a very bloody cock in your hand panic tends to set in. I panicked and screamed, as luck, or not as the case maybe my step mom was home she came running to see what was going on. There I was with my now flaccid bloody cock in my hand looking very pale and sweaty. My step mom, Jean was very calm and told me to relax while she went and fetched something to clean me up. She returned with a bowl of water and some other bits. Hudson stared them down for a moment and then let out a breath. ‘You probably don’t know since I’ve been keeping it under wraps from the rest of the staff, but both officers have been severely injured.’ Both Nick and Marcus took a step back, shocked. Not about the officers being hurt, that happened a lot. It was the fact that is was being kept from everyone else. ‘Why?’ Nick demanded, walking up to Hudson’s desk and slamming his hands on her desk. ‘If an officer has been injured, shouldn’t we. I tried to push myself up but I'd felt his hardness beneath me. I rolled my ass over his cock in an effort to look like I was trying to get up, but fooling nobody. His hands found my waist ''Here let me help you.'' Help wasn't exactly what I'd call it but it was what I wanted .... needed. He rolled me around in his lap letting me feel his now hard he was. I felt his power surrounding me; engulfing me wholesale. I had already opened my legs to straddle him so that he could rub himself against me.