All he had to give up was his soul.A beep from Michael's pocket told him that time was up, and he tugged thephone out of his too tight jeans to turn i... off. Then he took a deepbreath, picked up the book, and began to recite. He'd practiced thepronunciation, and he spoke slowly, making sure to get every single wordout. He felt silly, though, speaking words in latin. He wasn't sure thatanything would actually happen. As soon he spoke the last word, however,the room plunged into. Wondering what could be the reason that Ms. Barrington was taking her over there she thought I wish I could just jump out of the car and kill myself.As she stood beside Ms. Barrington in front of Mr. Wilson’s door she was shocked when the counselor reached into her purse, pulled out her keys, gave a tap on the door and inserted one of her keys into the lock, and opened the door. “We’re here Bruce,” she called as they walked in and closed the door behind them.Mr. Wilson came into the room on. Her face was illuminated by the glow of the kitchen light seeping into her room and I can see her face contorted in pleasure.I had to restrain myself from jumping on top of her body and assuming full control because I knew that anyone can walk in at anytime especially Nick so I just stayed lying beside her while my fingers furiously delved into her inviting opening. I pushed two fingers in as deep as they can go and I curled my fingers inside of her which she rewarded me with a low moan. Soon. Due to wetness at my cunt, his dick slipped into my cunt with full force tearing my hymen. I felt huge pain, felt like a knife had split my cunt. I cried and shouted, “Aah, Iqbal, kya kar diya, ammi, ammi, ammi, mar gayi.”He immediately pulled out and said, “Sorry Huma baji, galti se ghus gaya, bohut chikni aur gili ho rahi thi, slip hogaya andar, shit, blood aa raha hai aapki choot se.” I got up immediately and stood, saw a patch of blood on the bedsheet, I said, “Iqbal, phat gayi meri.” Then.