As it entered, my belly got pushed down on the bolster. My bladder was full of urine. I had to contract my pussy muscles.He pushed his cock in another...quarter inch. I squealed with pleasure, "Aaaeeee."He pulled his cock back an inch and then gave one more push. It went in another quarter inch. "Aaaeeee. Hnnnn. Aaaeeeee."Push in. "Aaaeee."Pull back. "Oooooh."Push in. "Aar choodeesh na." ("Don't fuck any more. Please.")Pull back. "Oooooh. Thaamaa. Please moray jaabow." ("Stop. Please I will. I made her to lie down. She stands on her feet and is looking the surroundings around her with her glisten eyes.I move rapidly up the ladder. I see the door, covered with moss. I open it gently by giving it a light push. It’s all dark and gloomy. I open my bag, take out my emergency torch and light it up. It’s all empty, nothing not a single object. I think, the last person who lived here must had cleared everything.I step into it. The floor is clean and spotless but how? Seems like it’s. He had killed it with his pistol which he carried in a saddle holster. It was something that I had heard of, but never seen: it was a double-action .44-40 caliber revolver custom made in England. It was a top-break like mine, and it was so well balanced that it seemed to float in my hand when he let me take a few shots with it. I never could remember who made it, but it was a dream to use. The cylinder held seven bullets and it had a startling device that made it safe to load all seven. So, I will meet you at my house in an hour, and we will go from there. Bye Claire.’ Kara hung up the phone before she yakked her ear off. Kara went by the kitchen and found Boris lying down by the back door. ‘Hey boy!’ Kara said while scratching his ears. ‘You are coming home with me today’ Boris yipped in approval, and Cadogan leaned against the doorframe, smiling. ‘Ready to go?’ ‘Yeah. Is there anything I need to take for Boris?’ ‘Umm… a few things. Let me get them for you.’ Cadogan went.