I hobbled across on my crutches, and opened the door.“I ... you ... are you okay?” she asked. “How bad is the leg? What other injuries did you g...t? Can you show me where you hit your head?”“Come inside, and I’ll tell you everything.”She followed me into the family room, and we sat on the floor in front of the fire. I told her everything that happened that morning – the letter from Cathy, walking down to listen to a new record, running across the laneway coming to, seeing Beth, the ambulance. " Likewise." He leaned down, near Paul's shoulder. "Do you know who'sescorting you, May?" Uh," Paul said, with a nervous tint in his voice. "Huh-uh. I'm notsure." Well, he's a lucky man, whoever he is."Paul smiled weakly and took a swig of margarita. Something was up withhim, obviously, but Tyler wasn't about to pry while in mixed companylike this. He sat in silence and ate, listening to Pierre flirtshamelessly with Isaac's gay groomsman. The two of them were sharing thesame towel.*****Hours. Feeling her bare pussy lips to make sure she was wet. It was a given she would never wear anything which would obstruct his access to her cunt, as she too belonged to her in return for a very comfortable living expense and promising future with the company and the appetite of a hungry Executive who not only owned her but the building she worked in as well as her home and pretty much everything else she could want.He quickly yanked his cock out and shoved it in her pussy hard and began to fuck. ”I then reached down and felt his huge hard cock andsaid, “Humm, I think my Zak likes the thought oftackling my tight end.”Zak, not to be outdone, reached under my skirt and ranhis fingers under my panties, and said, “Hmm, I thinkyour tight end wants Zak to tackle her.”We both drank our Champaign as we continued to kiss andfeel each other, knowing that we were at a point of noreturn. Zak was about to take a white man’s wife as histrophy for returning from.