After an hour, I called her. The phone started ringing, I was much relaxed. She picked the phone.Me: hello honey.Krithika: (silence)Me: ah (in very lo... voice) I’m Sorreeeeeeee.Krithika: (silence)Me: I am really sorry dear. I was not feeling well from 2 days and my phone too was dead. Please don’t make me sad dear.Krithika: (in a dull voice) you could have at least sent me a message San! You know how upset I was?Me: I am so sorry honey for all these. Please don’t be angry with me.. .. I didn't ... I mean ... I ... I'm afraid ..." Sheila cried."You like this, baby?" the burly man asked with a sneer on his face,burying his face between her writhing legs and pressing his lips againsther wet pussy."No! No! I ... no ... oh God ... oh ... ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Sheila sobbed,feeling herself giving in to her blazing sexual excitement."Yeah! Sure! She loves it all right! Look at them eyes, you guys! Lookat them fuckin' eyes! Them's whore's eyes!" another onlooker said,standing on one of. Ernie gets out, grabs his main kit, and takes the few steps to be beside the hurt fellow. A quick examination shows he’s been shot in the side with a small calibre bullet. There’s an entry wound and an exit wound, but not much blood. Blood pressure and pulse are good so Ernie puts on a compression bandage and has the man helped into the back of his van. One of the other workers gets in with him and the door is shut. While turning around to drive to the Bowen’s Creek Hospital Ernie notices Serge. She loved it when he made her do anything, actually. "That's better. Now I want you to stop," he commanded. "I want you to do exactly what I say." Anna immediately pulled her hand from her crotch, completely submissive to his instructions. "Since you have already taken off your top, I want you to play with those big beautiful tits," he directed. Without a word, she did as she was told, running both her hands over her firm breasts. "Mmmmm," she moaned. Anna licked her lips as her fingers.