He's fuckin' near impossible to kill." Thank God he is, Eddy."Broken collarbone, broken arm in two places, cracked and broken ribs, broken leg in thre... places, a right knee that's just all fucked up... that's waiting for an orthopedic surgeon. I'm afraid he's going to be here awhile, even if everything goes well from here on out."We know he bit one of his attackers because when I got to him he still had a chunk of tissue in his mouth... police have hopes that the DNA will match someone in their. Reagan, the bitch, isn't doing anything, just kneeling there like a sleeping pup... well, I know something she can do, something that'll make a great shot... "Mrs. Reagan!" he called out, and her head jerked up, swiveling toward him. Her face was only inches from Ralph Taylor's heaving buttocks as he drove his cock deep and hard into the soft fleshy folds of Cindy Jamison's mouth. "Mrs. Reagan, lean forward and kiss his ass! You heard me, do it! Kiss his ass, Mrs. Reagan! Lick his asshole with. I could now feel, as well as see, her trembling."Are you afraid?" I asked."Very much," she said, her voice barely under control.I brought out my new acquisition. In France it was called a Prie Dieu.Imagine a chair, with a narrow, padded seat, only an inch or two above the floor, and two poles framing the back that end, at the top with a flat shelf side. It was a device used in Church, mostly by women, who would kneel on the padded seat leaning on the back portion where they could place their. One hand wandering down over her belly. This could NOT be true, this just wasn´t happening!Both sides of her neck was being kissed now, by two different men. Her legs collapsed and she dropped to her knees. Finally got rid of the palette and pushed it away, let it slide across the dusty floor. Pierre was pulling his shorts down now. She shook her head. Then she put her hand around his thigh. He had a semi-erection on. The colour of the head was much lighter than on her painting. She looked up.