”“Will he survive at least?” Lady Lambert asked hopefully, but the painful expression on Dr. Wilkes’ face told her the truth before he could a...swer.“Again, this is difficult to predict. It all depends on the next days. We have to fear the worst though. I am most sorry.”He turned to Harriet.“Harriet, can you take over here for a couple of days? Lucy will help you I am sure. We will need to feed him with broth. If we can get him to drink broth, he may yet survive. Lucy will have to prepare some. "You wanted to feel another guy's hard cock inside you...fucking you...you want a stranger's cock penetrating you...you don't even know me, Lisa...I'm a random stranger you just met in a bar, but look at you, on this bed, with your wet pussy pressed against my cock...against a stranger's cock like a good slut...ready to be used...I know what you want Lisa. I'm going to give you what you crave...and I know you're going to love it...you're going to love having my cock buried deep inside. And, her body moved like a hula dancer, her tremendous breasts swaying… Her hips jutting… First one, then, the other. “OHHHHH… M-M-M-M-My… G-G-G-GOD!!” I moaned as my eyes were wide open, riveted on her. She climbed on the bed, saying, “Next time i’ll show you how an Arabian woman dances to excite their mates. Then, i’ll use the technique when we make love. ” She smiled as her eyes went to my crotch, watching my hand jerk the long, pulsing, thickly-veined pole, the tip purple and angry looking.. “I'm very fortunate to have good connections. So there's no need to panic. They're just going to sit back and enjoy the show. And by the show, I mean us.” At that moment, Becca leaned forward, yanked my shorts down, and exposed my dark blue boxers. My cock was already erect and ready to be played with. I moaned as Becca placed her left hand down my boxers and began to stroke me. She smiled as she moved her left hand up and down my shaft. My heart beat rapidly and my breathing suddenly.