With one foot up on the dashboard, I spread my legs and encouraged Lena to dive in to my muff.I cradled her head in my hands and gently purred, "Oh ye... Lena, yes, that's just perfect. Make me cum now, make me cum good and hard." I ran my hand over the back of her T-shirt and pulled it up. With her bra straps exposed, I unhooked it and felt her heavy tits fall against my bare thighs. Her head was slowly bobbing up and down as she worked her tongue in my slit, and her boobs were gently brushing. "Systolic is 58 and the monitor shows bradycardia at 32."Damn, I thought. Her heart's about to poop out.While my partner was trying to get an IV started, I leaned down and took her face in my hands to make her look at me. "Miss, my name's Kevin. I'm a paramedic. I need to do something to make it easier for you to breathe. Do you understand?" Her eyelids were at half-mast but she nodded her head."OK, Miss, listen to me. I'm going to pass a plastic tube through your nose and into your airway.. In evening, I got a message from an unknown number. It was her, we chatted for a while and then I came to know about her age and husband, who use to work in Germany and used to come to India once in a year.She used to stay alone and was new in the city so didn’t have too many friends and no in-law, everything she told me while chatting.While chatting she told me that it was arranged marriage and was not happy with her husband as he went on the next day of wedding and 4 years of marriage but he. ” I could see that she was blushing and I apologised to her. “Oh I'm sorry Hazel, I haven't known you long enough to talk like this, I hope I didn't embarrass you.” The redness on her face faded and she smiled. “No, Mike,” she said, “I agree with you. Sex should never be, wham bang, thank you ma-am. It should be slow and sensual with plenty of foreplay.” She blushed again then smiled and added. “Well that's how I like it anyway.” She went on to tell me that she spent a lot of time on her.