I think you need to talk straight with me, or take me back to Yonkers.'Terry's face betrayed his surprise. He began to respond, then sat back in his c...air, looking at Pru with a level, considering gaze. A little nonplussed, Pru busied herself pouring a glass of water she didn't really want and sipping at it. She watched when Terry lifted his hand in a gesture that said 'I've made up my mind; please wait', rose, and went behind his desk. He opened doors in the paneling that concealed a large com. Stared at it even when the ringing stopped and the screen went dark. Without the soft purr of the engine she had tried to start or the ringing of the phone, the snow-muffled quiet of the night closed in on her. Dropping the phone in her lap, her gaze darted up and out the passenger side window. Shadows shifted through the falling snow. Had one of those men they had passed by at the entrance moved closer? It was hard to tell, but it seemed as if… The knock on her window nearly made her scream.. So very close, little one. My fingers followed the path of your juices, those my lips have not already captured, as they trickle down between your legs. I collect them on my fingers, and now you can feel me begin to massage them into the wrinkled skin rimming your cute, tightly puckered little ass. I let you feel the pressure of my fingers as I continue to lubricate you, let it build, let you yield, until one, then two insistent fingers push their way inside you. My tongue assaults your clit. I let out a gasp of pain, this certainly doesn’t help with my gut wound. Now I normally never show this kind of weakness, gasping or showing I’m in pain that is, but Derek Helstga is a tough guy. I bet not one part of his body is not covered in hard muscle. He used to serve the Navy with my big brother, that’s why I like to call him SoldierBoy. Derek would probably be on another tour right now if it hadn’t been for me. When he finally put me down and saw me wincing he look PISSED. ‘You’re.