” Mallory blinked her eyes. She looked down at her wedding ring and thought of Bob on one knee, offering it to her. And the ring this sweet man gave...her was about to touch someone else’s penis. “I really can’t.” Mallory straightened. “I want to help, but...” The rock was now very hot in her hand. She tossed it toward the bed. “I have to go.”“Wait.” Joyce tried to grasp her hand again.Mallory stepped around her, opened the door, and raced down the stairs. She grabbed her purse in the kitchen.. Something was chasing him, he was in mud up to his knees, he could hardly move, there was fog, the dead Feldwebel was following him, but he was huge, with a meat cleaver, slobber dripping from the mouth. There were rats as big as dogs circling like sharks, they were talking to each other, one was saying it wanted George’s left thigh, it looked tasty, it would toast it with cheese. Nothing. He was pinned down, tied down, straps across his chest, one leg heavy and painful, aching, his face hurt,. The pictures arrived three days later.I was back at my office when I found them in my e-mail inbox. The sender had used a no-reply address. The message was very simple: "Bruce," it said. "You hurt the sweet thing badly."There was no name of a sender.I remember wondering how they made the shots. For some of them the camera must have almost been peeping over my shoulder. There were remarkably clear pictures of my cock entering Shireen's inviting ass. And there was one close up of a man with an. He had already let her cum once, surely she better not ask again. He must have known what was about to happen as He felt her pussy tighten around Him again, "You better not fucking cum you little slut!".She started to panic again, she absolutely needed to cum, even more than the first time. Her legs were on fire now, damn this being on top. "No...no Sir I'm trying not to.....fuck..". He graciously gave her permission to cum but only after He expressed his irritation with his slut. "This is for.