Medics of some kind appeared within seconds and rapidly moved to treat Vlad. They nodded approvingly when they saw the makeshift throat stoma Gwen had...just completed. They immediately placed Vlad on a gurney and hurriedly wheeled him from the room. Gwen was concerned about the lack of assessment and treatment by the medics, but realized the futility of suggesting alternative actions. Steve was not surprised when it was determined that all of the terrorists were dead, except for the woman that. The sharp crack of the belt made everyone jump a bit.“Open your mouth,” I instructed Allison. I placed it between Allison’s teeth so the belt hung down both sides of her face.“All fours, please.” She looked at me, and got down on her hands and knees.“Crawl to the couch.” I heard a gasp from the gallery as Allison crawled naked across the floor; her big natural boobs swaying, her ass shaking, and the belt between her teeth. What a gorgeous sight she made.“David, Trent, turn out those lights over. Just a little bit more I could hear him saying in his reassuring voice, "just breath deeply", then as if by magic I felt my anus clamp down over the smaller diameter of the cable and knew the probe was fully inside of me. I felt the urge to bear down, at the same time I hear him saying "you are probably feeling like you need to expel the probe aren't you." I gasped a "yes", and he said "just hold on a second and when I give you the first stimulation that urge will pass." I looked down, I could. If he only knew it was his nervousness that made him so cute to me. ‘Because, ya know, you’re so… sweet,’ he fumbles with his words. ‘Sweet?’ I laugh, a bit uplifted by his words, knowing he truly means them, and at the same time dejected, knowing that sadly he doesn’t know any better. If only he knew me better. I slide up to him a bit more, wanting to be next to him and he alone. ‘Hey, what’s the matter, Angel?’ Clay asks, sensing I’m not my usual perky self, or at least seeing through the act.