Christian ... of you,” my father rasped out.The gunshot was harsh and obliterated the shadows in a single flash of light. Then three more followed, ...wo after that. A series of clicks came – and I choked back the urge to scream. Tears blurred my eyes, and I barely heard Sinclair snarling: “Bastard, goddamn sonofabitch, fucking niggerloving piece of shit. Jesus Christ!” He stopped. “Ah, please, forgive me for taking the lord’s name in vain. Torg, search this place. The girl’s been here, she’ll. ” Peter wrapped his arms around her to keep her in place.“I should, you bastard,” Lauren said, trying not to smile. She sniffed the aroma of the casserole wafting her way. “Uh, maybe I’ll go home after dinner, that smells pretty good, actually.”“Yeah, why don’t you wait until after dinner to punish me.” Peter kept an arm around Lauren’s waist and led her back to the kitchen. He moved her skirt and jacket onto a dining room chair, then set plates out at the bar.Peter returned to the refrigerator. Stumbling to the ground l took a last breath and fell.When I opened my eyes, I was in a hut. Immediately I grabbed for my side arm, but the pain was unlike anything I'd ever felt. My arm bandage was spotted with crimson blood. Trying to wrap my brain around what had happen and what state I was in, and passed out again. I came to with what I thought to be an angel over me. Hair as black as the night sky, and beautiful full breasts which pressed tight the dress she was wearing as she leaned over. Her pussy was clean-shaven, her lips swollen and wet. I pulled her gently towards me a kissed her swollen tummy. Its hardness was incredible. As I kissed her tummy my fingers moved down to her pussy and slipped between her lips. Her hips started to rotate to meet my fingers. I could feel her starting to get shaky on her feet. I stood up and held her tight, feeling her hard swollen tummy pressing against me. "I think its time you lost some of those clothes" she said, her hands rubbing my hard.