I just loved the feeling and I know my nipple was hard as he slowly rubbed it while kissing my neck.After about five or ten minutes of this I moved my...hand over to his crotch. I could feel his cock was rock hard inside his jeans, I loved the feeling of it in my hands. I started to fumble with his belt and was not having much luck getting it undone or his pants for that matter. Tom stopped kissing me and asked if I was sure I wanted to do this. Without any thought to it I said, "I want to see. I had instructed Flor on releasing and restoring pressure and she had obeyed. The arterial flow to his arm resumed when she released pressure, but there was no appreciable increase in blood flow from the wound. This was good. The damage to the arm didn't include the arteries. I found sterile cotton cloth pads in the rude autoclave on the wood stove. I packed it around both sides of the wound and wrapped it in place with strips found in the doctor's cupboard."That's all I can do for him. We must. It took a minute or two for him to work his way inside me, and I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt because it hurt like hell. Still, I found myself loving the pain and an animalistic instinct took over, and eventually, the pain subsided, and pleasure took over. I heard myself begging him to go deeper, faster, and more repeatedly. He kept telling me how good my wet pussy felt, how he could feel my pussy juices dripping down his shaft onto his balls. Finally, he grabbed a handful of my hair. But due to my shy nature, I never got a chance to do it until last year when I moved to Bangalore.Last year, I moved to Bangalore in search of a job. Luckily, I found a job in a call center. The pay and everything was very nice and I was staying in my uncle’s house. After a few months, I moved to an independent house in Marathahalli in an apartment which was closer to my office.Now, let’s jump directly to the main story. Next to my flat stayed a middle-aged woman Shreeja aunty with her.