I wonder if I've even slept three hours tonight, she wondered. Then she saw the red-rimmed eyes of her friends and squashed the thought. They had bee... watching over her, and probably not slept much at all."Do you need anything else?" Richard asked.Emily shook her head."Let's get you on the bed," Sandra said.Emily let out a slight moan at the thought of moving."It's all right. You'll sleep better."Emily nodded after a moment of thought. The rug was thick but no substitute for a bed. Her. . with Brandi, of all people.But getting mad at him, playing hard-to-get ... those were the actions of the old Nicolette, when she’d still had a body to kill for, and social status to spare. Now, she was ... well, she wasn’t in a position to lose any more friends.Sure, Duncan had been a geek when they met, but now he was ... if not “cool”, certainly higher up the totem than she was. And it was obvious that he was able pull attractive women - if Brandi hadn’t been enough evidence of that, he. Soon pulling out a long double-ended cock and waved it at me. The cocks looked so thick; in the middle, a flat piece of rubber that would stop one of us getting more than the other and I could see her fingers didn’t meet around the shafts. She smiled, looking down at me. "Fuck, no way…" I started to say, but she was on me, pushing one very large cock head into my cunt. I gasped loudly and fell back on the bed feeling my pussy being so stretched. As soon as I was fully impaled, Clair interlocked. I don't know how that knife last week could go through the only place in your body that would miss major organs. I don't know how you could have been in the gun battle you were in yesterday, be hit five times and walk away with a cracked rib. Mr. Gianni, you were hit by a flying car for God's sake and you walked away with sprained muscles and bruising. I checked your blood sir. There is nothing special about you other than you are healthy. What is going on?"Jonas chuckled and winced at the pain.