Mary started working my dick and I was enjoying every minute of it. She took my hand and placed my thumb on her clit and started rubbing it. She start...d to orgasim big time, at which point I started to unload my balls into her. My dick stayed hard and laid on top of me and I pumped her from underneath then we rolled over and banged her hard for a little longer before dumping my second load deep in her pussy. I collasped on top of her and we laid that way for few minutes and then sat up and. She imagined how it would feel to try and drive while he rubbed her clit. His hands opening her blouse and casually slipping her nipple free to suck on it. His expert fingers slipping into her aroused slit, pumping back and forth. She moaned from the intense pleasure now taking over. Her legs spread as much as she could while still managing to drive, feeling his fingers explore her sensitive insides. Feeling his warm lips upon her neck, even biting and sucking. The pleasure grew and grew until. He clearly didn't like it, but neither did he want somebody going into the hospital—or the morgue or wherever—and kicking and screaming about where was dead Susan." ... No, not yet," he finally said."And her condition?" I persisted."Well, Larry, since she, uh, died—" Her condition?" I demanded. He still hesitated. "Jim, don't be a prick about this if you don't want me to be one. She's not at Mother of Mercy any more, I get it. I'm not asking you where she is now, but I know what's happened and. " In a few minutes someone came in and I was led to a car. We drove for several minutes. Then they took me into a basement or some kind of underground room I think. They tore my clothes off. My wrists were strapped to, I think they were chains hanging from the ceiling and my ankles were tied to some kind of straps on the floor. Then they made me drink water until I just couldn't drink any more. That's when they told me I had to pee for them. I couldn't at first, so they made me drink more water.