But I hope you can find it enjoyable.The priests change.He couldn't move.He let out a groan as his eyes slowly adjusted to the surroundings,"Hello pop...et" a deep English sounding voice emanated from the darkness,Slowly the creature whom owned the voice stepped forth revealing a tallintimidating man; tall, white hair, the black eyes he had stareddirectly into the boy's soul, his red skin radiate in the darkness ofthe cell."Where... where am I?" the boy stammered out realizing now that he. ..she just needs some air…I’ll look after her…it’s ok…so sorry…”All this as the pee continues to flow over the floor.The train stops, the doors open and you drag me out, leaving a trail of pee across the platform. You pull me to a bench and sit me down on it, my drenched jeans dark all over. Yours are almost as bad where my pee has soaked into them.You kneel on top of me on the bench, pinning my arms down and kiss me ravenously on the lips. I can’t move, even if I wanted to, and suddenly I feel. ‘A little bit daddy, but a nice sore, can we fuck again when we have eaten,’ she asked busily chomping on her food, as she kept massaging and pulling on her nipples.‘As much as you want baby girl, as much as you want.’ Then Adam but in, dad why does she have to be suckled so much, her teats are big enough as they are?’ ‘Well, son we are going to get her milking, I gave her some tablets and rubbed some cream on her tits, that’s why she has been massaging them.’ By this time, they had finished. Suit yourself, but I'll be glad to take care of it for you if you change your mind. Oh, and about the dripping; we're all dripping. Although, it does look like you have a good bit more mud on you than I do. And, trust me, I know how tiring CPR can be. Most people at an accident scene, either do nothing, go into hysterics, or do something stupid." Yeah, the women did a fine job," Fred agreed."And you?" the paramedic questioned."Wasn't my first rodeo," Fred chuckled. "Remember, I'm a retired cop..