Cordelia yelped at the sudden intrusion, and Richard slapped her hard across her ass. He reached forward and wrapped her hair around his fist, yanking...her head back. Cordelia’s eyes were streaming and she was convulsing on Richard’s cock, she was coming so hard Richard thought she might actually pass out. She coaxed him to orgasm and he came deep inside of her, grunting as he spilled his seed deep in her pussy. As he pulled both his cock and the candle out of her, he tossed her a warm, wet. The effort required to move from the floor to the hallway was almost more than my body could stand, but I made it, and saw our team leader, bloody and it looked like the kind of gunshot wound that ended with the victim dying. He was hit somewhere high up in the chest. Even horribly injured, the only thing on his mind was to try and come help us. That guy was a real man.I stumbled to him, moved his hand off the bloody mess, and used my own to apply pressure to his gaping wound. Whatever they had. ’ I didn’t dare say it wasn’t me.Then, ‘Ouch! Honey, look at this?’ she called from the bathroom, gently rubbing the tortured skin of her breast. ‘What is it?’‘It’s the tattoo you asked for last night.’‘Did I? Oh dear, was I that drunk. You know I’ve always said I wouldn’t have one. It’s really sore. Why isn’t it on my ankle and what is it anyway? It looks like a heart but it’s upside down?’‘No dear, it’s not a heart. You asked me to choose something so I thought I’d give you a Queen of Spades. You okay with that, Deb?" I asked."Yes. I wasn't expecting to get involved at all, but if I can be of some help, then I'm happy." Great," Marshall said with a big smile. "We'll see you here Tuesday night at seven o'clock. Practices last an hour. When you get here, I'll show you where the basketballs are kept and the spare parts for the wheelchairs. Every once in a while, one of them needs a repair. Thanks for volunteering to help. We really appreciate it." Looks like we're committed to being a.