It’s our opinion that Lieutenant Nicholson will probably die in the next day or two if his O2 levels don’t improve. And if he does somehow survive... he’ll need extensive reconstructive surgery.”“I take it the fire company is keeping vigil?”“Yes. There’s always one of his fellow firefighters with him. The hospital waives the rules in cases like this.”“And the little girl he rescued?”“Improving. Kids are pretty resilient. She’ll need plastic surgery on her legs and she’ll likely have diminished. I crumpled to the floor doubled up in absolute agony.Even Diane - Joanne - gasped in shock."You didn't see anything did you, madam," the policewoman said."No," Diane/Joanne said hurriedly."Perhaps you had better sit down, madam. You must be shaken up. I want to make sure you are all right before I leave. Backup will be here any moment." Thank you, thank you," Diane/Joanne said. She sat on the sofa.Meanwhile I was writhing around on the floor in excruciating pain."Let that be a lesson to you,. Tim released my dick and said to keep my jaw wide, try not to drag your teeth on it. Opening as wide as I could I tried it again. Moving my head up and down, Tim said that's better. As he sucked my dick, Tim moved his hands up to my butt and rubbed my cheeks, then spread them apart. I tried to pay attention and not let my teeth sc****d on his dick. I gasped when I felt his finger touch my butt hole. Tim said to relax and keep sucking. As I did I tasted the warm saltiness of his pre-cum. As he. The stroke whipped against her skin and she let out a yelping cry as she flexed against the desk. She gasped for breath as the fiery pain faded. Her voice wavered a little as she spoke.“Three Ma’am.”Two more strokes came. Mia cried out as each one lit a burning line against her flesh, counted each in a breathless voice then presented herself for another. Now she felt the cane press against her once more, pushing on the path of an earlier stoke. The pair of taps Liana gave her stung and made her.