Fortunately "Doc", as my helper addressed him, didn't need to make a detailed examination to confirm my affliction was mal-de-mere. He confided in me ...hat he saw my symptoms a lot and there were really only two general diagnoses. Since I didn't have a hangover, I was seasick.He gave me some Dramamine and told me there were two schools of thought about food. One held that I should keep my stomach full, the other that I should stick to no more than an occasional soda cracker. His advice was to. He began to pound into me, his skin slapping loudly against mine. My tits flailing about as I took every inch he had.“I want your cum. I want you cum all over my face. Shoot your hot fucking cum all over my face!” he pulled out and I thought he was going to give me what I wanted but instead he pulled from the bed and moved me over to the dresser.“Bend the fuck over you little fucking slut!” he demanded and made me bend over the short dresser. I could see him the mirror as he got behind me and I. .," she moaned. "Yeah, baby. I've been a real bad girl. Whatcha' gonna do about it?" He spanked her again and leaned in to growl into her ear, "I'm gonna fuck your little pussy until you scream and beg for mercy." Alaina shuddered against him and reached back to grasp his shaft. "Then do it, baby," she begged him, her voice thick with lust. "Fuck me hard, Josh." Without hesitating a moment longer, Josh thrust his long, hard cock into Alaina's tight pussy. They moaned together as he started to. I babbled about falling, cursing myself, as he carried me into the house."Give her room to breath, Son." Regis cautioned."How could you be so stupid!" He was crying."Bind her ankle tight, Hory." My grandfather advised. My ankle was fine. There was blood on my foot, however. My head was clearing. "Take off my shoe."He struggled with it. My foot had swelled tight. "Cut it off, Hory!" I said.He grabbed a curved slitting tool and ruined my work shoe. Blood spilled out. Falling, my foot had caught.