.. maybe.Placing her perfumed handkerchief over her nose and taking very shallow breaths only as often as absolutely necessary, she was peeking in bac...doors up the street ... the tannery end ... and down the street ... the stable end when a canvas bag was thrust over her head and the drawstring tightened just enough to stop what little breath she had.It would be exceptionally unfair and a complete distortion of the facts to say... She fell like a ton of bricks. Conversely, it would be a. Not only was the big beast bodyguard now out of the picture for a good while, if not permanently, but we had caught some great footage of the target fighting. I was quite surprised the bodyguard survived at all. Usually a HEFW shredded anything it was pointed at. But then the kids operating it had no real experience, so hadn't held the trigger down for more than a quick burst. Plus I guess the demonic taint did offer a degree of robustness.Still it had very nearly gone all pear shaped. After. No matter how much I fucked her she still needed more. She loved me, hadn't wanted to hurt me, but she needed cock and lots of it. I was a better fuck than most all of her lovers, but she needed quantity as much as quality. Regardless of the fact that she was praising me (even as she said I wasn't enough for her) my ego still took a battering. I finally asked her if there wasn't something that I could consider 'my own' and she said, "You are the only one who eats my pussy and you know how much. Just a fire that is waiting to burst and consume. I mustered all the confidence that I had and said to him... " Kiss me." And with a finally survey of my eyes, he kissed my hungry lips. He was passionate, and rough– I moaned at how intoxicating he was. I breathed in his scent, musky and sweaty. This was heaven. His lips were still mashing my mouth to his, an his tongue shot out of his mouth and into mine trying to entangle itself with my tongue. His grip on my waist tightened, and I tried to.