He then cleaned me up with a warm wash cloth. I told him, “That was terrific! I usually jerk off a couple of times a day. I was wondering how I coul... manage that during my stay here.“He said, “I can make that happen,” and he grinned like the cat that had swallowed the proverbial canary.Soon after they came in to knock me out and take me to surgery. I was relaxed and revelling in the unexpected good fortune I had had with the hot male orderly who was sent to shave my pubes!!Later, I was back in. I screamed louder and I felt his hand connect with my cheek hard, I screamed again and he slapped me once more. I got the message and bit my tongue, I didn't want to make this psycho angry, I didn't know what he might do."I feel familiar lips on my cheek, Kissing the mark left by my assailant's hand. Once and again my husband kisses my cheek, soft and loving. "I stayed quiet then, and lay still. I just wanted it over. I wanted him to do his business and leave me be. I felt his hands rip at my. She closed her eyes as her young pussy began to talk to her . . . down below. "You know what else?” he shared. “Amy loves it when I do this to her," and abruptly he leans over and engulfs one of her stiff white orbs into his warm mouth, making sure to flick his tongue several times over her rigid bud again and again . . . and then duplicating that once-over on her other breast. Soon Sara's moans were now beyond the whimper level and Peter knew he was going to have fun with this willing and very. As he pointed his weapon, I glanced toward the teller. I realized the reflection in the acrylic, or whatever the hell it was, allowed me to see my cohort’s face as he aimed his gun.More precisely, I was able to look down the barrel of his handgun! I wasn’t the best pool player in the world, but I knew how the hell to make a bank shot. It looked like I was about to be bank shot, both literally and even more literally! With no time for rational thought, I whipped the bag of money up in front of.