She stiffened up and groaned deep inside, then sucked my tongue into her mouth hard. Breaking apart as much as possible I slowly ran my fingers down h...r body. My fingertips lightly teased her nipples, feeling the tingling in each finger as they eventually slid down and found her hot wetness. Then I slid just a small amount of fingertip into the slippery folds of skin. I slipped my fingers out of her and she pushed forward wildly hanging onto me. I was trembling as I picked her up and carried. The husband started to squeeze and maul her breasts as if there was no tomorrow. It looked like he was trying to rip her breasts away from her body. He was pulling her nipples away from her body in opposite directions. The lady must have been in tremendous pain because she had been calmly continuing her massage through all the abuse the husband was inflicting on her. But now she protested with a whimper asking him to squeeze lightly. The moment she opened her mouth, her husband gave her a slap. Go on in. Take him a couple of those sandwiches. He'll like that. You Sir," she was addressing Ben, "go sit at one of those desks and eat your lunch."I took four sandwiches and a couple of Cokes into the ACE's office. A guy was sitting in a wheelchair, working a mouse with one hand and something with his chin. A knockout looking lady was sitting next to him seemingly ready to help him at any second. They both looked up at me expectantly."I'm Charles, Chuck Johnson. You are obviously Randal. It was something she generally dressed up for and I could always tell when she was setting off for one of her perches to deliver her songs.I’ve said it before but it’s worth repeating that I have never heard the like of her singing in all my days. There was an eerily evocative, almost hypnotic quality to those far carrying harmonies and melodies of hers and an underlying sense of some hidden depth to those incomprehensible ululating arias. It was something almost magical and completely.