Her God hears her, but I wouldn’t give her aid. I’m an avenging God.I knew her feet hurt like a son-of-bitch. She clutched into the dirt, pushed u... with her right foot, screaming in agony. I have to admit, my cock loved her pain. The woman snatched with her left hand, just broke free when she pulled herself upward. Her body fell backward, and she crashed into old tin cans, some wooden crates, and rusted pots and pans.I chuckled hard as I closed the ground to her. Balling my fist, I gave her a. . ever since I was nine. Usually I do it when I'm in bed, late at night, but sometimes I just wake up hot and have to do it again. Lately I've had to do it in the day time, and then I go, well, you probably know where I go. You go there all the time!"Now her skirt was at her hips and I could see her hands over her panty crotch. I slipped my hand inside my pants to adjust my dick, noisily sucking air between my teeth. It was all hard and caught bent in my underpants. She stopped talking and. 'What are you doing here? Don't tell me you finished the windowsalready?''Vanessa, what is going ON! Look, I don't know if this is your idea of asick game, but I don't think it's funny.''What's more sick? My husband wanting to dress like a maid or me tryingto get him to behave like one?''Don't be ridiculous, you brought a fucking stranger into our house,some thug, God knows where you found him. He can't keep his hands off meyou know? I don't know if he's going to kill me or rape me. Didn’t think ahead. They’re on the counter behind you.”She rocked back onto her knees and, with a hand between her legs, stood by the bed and pulled a wad of tissues out of the box and stuffed them between her legs before grabbing another wad and starting to mop up my abdomen and crotch.“Wanna go first in the shower?” I asked, forgetting that we weren’t connected to a drain.“Better I sit on the toilet while you fill a bowl. We can wash each other.”“You’re right.”I was very happy that the.