.. No, I was in a car accident. Last week." She twists her arm and I let her go, "As if I'd even talk to you if you hit me." She fake laughs again and...hurries into the building.I broke her arm. A week later, her pretty face is still black-n-blue. I'm not an asshole; I'm not good enough to be an asshole.As soon as most everybody's inside, I smoke another cigarette less because I want one and more because it gives me something to do with my hands other than punch a wall. Maybe all those bruises. They couldn't withstand the pressure of the expanding blood with the pressure of the blood still being pumped behind it." You're right. The blood looks more like caviar in a thick sauce. There are actually dark, soft beads within it."Wiping her hands on her shirt, smearing Liz's blood even further, Alice replaced her gloves before scrambling into the front to grab something from the center console. Her grief over the loss of the patient was replaced by a bubbling curiosity. Thomas continued. I'll be in my room, come get me when you're ready."***Lauren's heart was pounding as she listened to her son using the hair dryer down the hall after his shower. At any moment her son would come to her door, and when he did, he would be treated to the sight of his mother 'accidentally' being caught in a vulnerable moment. The radio was even turned on so that her set up wouldn't be too suspicious.She kept her eyes on the full length mirror. Her hair was neatly parted on top and was tied in the. My cock has hardened once more. Mom is standing in front of the stove, her back to me. I step closer, lean down slightly, slide my cock between her legs, and direct the tip to the warm entrance.As I walk back into her room, Mom moans. I grip her thighs and start thrusting.“Fuck it,” she says.I freeze.“What?”“The meal has gotten cold.”I pushed in again. Harder and faster than the last time. I’m back in command, and this time I don’t need a dumb remote-controlled toy. Instead, I use my cock..