I could almost feel her indignation. Inside the air-conditioned darkness, I stowed my gun and walked into the living room. I flopped down on the couch...and she followed, collapsing in an old armchair across from me. She was staring me. I did my best to stare back. I lost."You didn't used to be this way, Deadshot, you-" She started, but at the sound of my nickname, I practically shouted at her,"Don't fucking call me that!" Shocking us both. I lowered my voice, "Call me by my name, please. Now i was the one to place my hand over gene's and hold his finger deep in me. i began to hump his hand." sandy whispered. " rub the nub paul, you know, the way you do me, rub her, oh i'm going to rub myself. oh my god." " paul removed his finger from my wet cunt. i felt the hot liquid drool it's way to my asshole. he slid two fingers into me. i remember it shocked me and i jumped back. whoa, that wasn't good." " jesus, i just wanted to get my fingers wet." he replied. i was amazed to. ..”“I didn’t ask for any details,” the solicitor interrupted. “Just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, ‘I’m fine!’?”Gerry said, “Well, I’d just got Bessie into da trailer and I was drivin’ down da road...”The solicitor interrupted again and said, “Your Honour, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the police on the scene that he was fine. Now several weeks after the accident, he is trying to sue my client. I believe. The scissors are heavy and she rests the tip finally on his sac.HEY! he yells abruptly. My hand again finds his mouth, the velvet glove I wear softens thesting but the force is still the same. I notice the blindfold has been readjusted with that last blowbut I choose to ignore it. He shakes his head no and we both laugh. Victoria's hand slips. Thescissors drop, pinning his sac to the bed. He dare not move one inch, he barely breathes, and hiseyes are begging Mistress C to help. Victoria.