He sliced Michael's shirt open and peeled it away, rolling Michael gently to examine the exit wound where a bullet had torn through his side. More dar... venous blood; we've gotta get a pad tight here, try to restrain the flow. Looks more like a glancing hit just above the lowest rib. Nicked a lung? Hope not.Just as quickly he sliced through Michael's trouser leg, down to the cuff, and laid the two halves outward to expose the entire leg. Shit! Broken bone, right below a freshly-healed injury.. Gasping for breath, I watched my puss pump out my milky cum, as though powered by some invisible electric motor. It was all I could do to just lie there under the pouring water and allow my body to regain its insatiable appetite for sexual pleasure. It was almost as though it was emerging from a two month long fast, and was now gorging itself , desperate for more.Fifteen minutes later, I appeared downstairs for breakfast in the dining room with the guests, and I felt wonderful. After. She came to me & asked “Did U see any thing?” I said ” Yes everything”. She smiled & said not to tell this to anyone. Then she asked me some questions about sex. I answered them. She asked me whether I was interested in sex. I said it should be done only with wife.She smiled & said ‘can I be Ur wife tonight’ & took off her saree. I was wondered to see such a beautiful structure. I agreed & first touched her navel which I liked most. I lifted her & took her to Bedroom. I threw on bed, went to. She looked down, unable to meet his gaze. Although she'd done nothing wrong, she felt so ashamed of what had happened. The young man sat in an easy chair and poured himself a glass of lemonade. He didn't offer one to the slave-girl.?Your mistress is taking her time. Whilst we wait, you can be my footstool.?Amna crouched before him, her back took the weight of his legs. Steven picked up a copy of the Haveno Ananaso Times newspaper and read the sports pages. Amna knelt, her poor, sore, sticky.