Stuck as Aurel. I placed a pillowon my face, but such a porous object wouldn't suffocate me. Thepathetic attempt merely served to heighten my humiliat...on.It was too early to go down for my chores. The floor would creak undermy steps, so I couldn't pace around the room either.I waited until my thoughts became unbearable and got up. Making aslittle noise as possible, I washed, shaved and dressed myself.My mood sullen, I went downstairs. My impeding dismissal was no excuseto a do a poor job on my. Although I suppose that could have been the ambulance afterwards.”“No, it was the police. The car that hit you was stolen, and the police were in pursuit. That’s why he pulled out to the right, to bypass the cars waiting at the lights. According to the eye-witness accounts—and there are plenty of them—he swerved to avoid a car turning left, clipped it and lost control, sending him into you.”I nodded gently. That made sense. It would explain why he seemed to come out of nowhere.“How are the. She was much tighter then he expected. He spent the next ten minutes or so fucking her with great enjoyment, but he was nowhere near cuming. He loved it when he was like this. Once he developed that level of control, he learned how to enjoy fucking..not just cuming. Just the simple pleasure of fucking for fucking sake. He released the belts from her legs and arms and laid down on the mattress. He held each side of her face and said, “Make me cum, slut. And make it good.” He pulled her face to. There must have been 150 people there, spread out all from the kitchen, living room, family room and their large deck. Steven Plyer had arranged for Dreamland Bar-B-Que from Tuscaloosa to come and cater this get-together, after Dani's funeral services. There was plenty of the big 3 from Dreamland: ribs, baked beans and white bread. (Note: if you're ever in either Tuscaloosa or Birmingham, a trip to Dreamland would be well worth your time and effort. The best ribs in the world! All the CBS and.