I dragged him across the sidewalk, heading to my car, Marcel protesting his innocence.The door behind me opened again, and Jude exited, shouting for m.... She was holding her cell phone. “Bill! Stop! It’s your partner, Martinez!”I hesitated and looked back at my wife. She was extending her cell phone toward me. “He said it’s urgent!” I stared at her, my anger flowing, my adrenaline pumping. I kept one hand on Marcel’s handcuffs and reached out for the phone.“Make it quick,” I said.“Fucking. We gloved up and I backed through the door to the operating room.Marv Cohen was already there talking to the patient and keeping him calm even as he prepped the anesthesia. I walked over to the patient and asked, “How are you this morning, Mr. Jameson, ready to get your new heart?”“I’m kinda nervous.”“That’s understandable, but you can relax. We have a great team here for you. I know that Dr. Cohen will be keeping you in tip-top condition the entire time.”“Any idea how long it will. Once again she spoke quietly, but with God like authority. "Stop! You miserable cunt! Stop, you poor excuse for a slut!"God, I was soooo close. From deep within me a guttural moan escaped. But I stopped."Please, Allie, I can't... please" I whined... "I have to... oh, God, Allie, why... ?"She cut off my words with a hiss."I own you, now, my piss drinker to be. That's not your orgasm coming on, it's mine! It belongs to me. I'll lend them to you to have when I feel you've earned them".I stood. I looked in her eyes again, and I could tell that they were saying, “Eat Me.”She layed on my bed and spread her legs. I could see that she was already wet, and I wasn’t about to stop. I went down and kissed her cunt. I had one hand squeezing her breast, and using my free hand, I spread her lips and started to eat her out.“Oh my god… ppppppllllllleeeeeeaaaaaassssseeeeeee don’t stop!” she moaned.She was going insane, her breathing getting deep and soft moans only contained by the pillow she was.