He had not run since he lost his leg and his body was punishing him for it. He was determined to push the performance envelope every day of his rehab,...and he ignored the pain and soreness that came with that push.He increased the pace again, his lungs laboring mightily to keep the air in his lungs oxygenated. He had kept the pace for just under two minutes when the ankle on his prosthesis locked up, causing it to catch on the textured belt of the treadmill.Losing his balance, he was able to. Two minutes later, there was little standing as the building had slowly and progressively collapsed, when abruptly the signals were cut off.There were cries of anger, and demands that the signals be restored, but moments later the screens displayed signs that told us that the broadcasts had been terminated at source. There was a lot of babble, most of it fairly meaningless as people just cried out asking who had done this and why. But of course no one could answer. I eventually tore my eyes. She cracked another smile as she politely asked the man if she could borrow the peppershaker near him. The man was taken off guard and couldn’t find the right words to respond, but nodded his head “yes” in an awkward fashion. Vandana loved it when she made a man so uncomfortable that he couldn’t speak. She leaned over and reached across him to grab the peppershaker. While reaching over, she grazed the man’s shoulder with her tits. When she did this, her blouse fell off her chest just enough to. Me: Maybe next time.Sneha: Oh, I know you are scared!Me: Scared of what?Sneha: Scared that you might cum right away! ;)Me: What?! I can hold much longer than you think!Sneha: Nah, my gut says the opposite.Me: Whatever. I bet you must be soaking wet right now!Sneha: To be honest, yes I am. ;)Me: What? Really?Sneha: Just kidding! It takes a lot more than that to make me cum!Me: Oh yeah? I think I have the right tool.Sneha: Get real! Like if that tiny prick of yours can satisfy me!Me: Hey! I may.