‘I don’t think it’s him.’ Cale’s brows drew together. ‘What?’ I looked down at my hands, and realized in surprise that they were trem...ling. I returned my gaze to Cale’s troubled expression. ‘I said, I don’t think it’s him.’ Cale exploded. ‘Why the hell not?’ I thought about it a moment. It was just a feeling I had. I searched for a way to put it into words, come up with some explanation he would understand. I cocked my head to the side. ‘He’s too much of a coward.’ I shrugged my. It was tiring having to hear and evade the same question of, “What is the worse thing you have seen as a firefighter?” Helping people is what I do for a living, but sometimes, it’s good to get away and be alone. Having a house, especially one that needs work, will accomplish my much-needed isolation.The house is located in a small town, approximately 30 minutes west of the city. My commute to work would be a 45-minute drive, but, that would only happen every third day. I would be far enough. You're a lucky girl to get a reprieve" Reprieve - bollocks. You're the one whose been reprieved - but I'll still pulp you when the day finally comes." Shut up you two. As if we aren't in enough trouble" ordered Gwen.And they waited until the man came up to them and smiled in a friendly way. All the sourness which characterised his face in repose disappeared and a look of eager delight spread over his features."Good morning ladies. I see you've made friends with Victor here - not my dog -. " Klatschend landeten 5 Gertenhiebe auf meinem Po und der Schmerz durchzog meine Bäckchen, doch ich hielt nun vorsichtshalber meinen Mund. Er ging an seinen Schreibtisch und holte Handschellen hervor.Er trat hinter mich, rieb seinen Prügel zwischen meinen nassen Schamlippen, führte ihn meine Pospalte rauf und runter und stieß dann unvermittelt und hart zu, beim ersten Stoß in meinen noch nie gefickten Arsch drang seine Eichel ein, dann drang er immer weiter vor und schließlich beim 5 harten.