After a dozen shots, I checked the hand out and there didn't seem to be any swelling, which was a good thing because Chris and Fred came out of the tu...nel looking pissed.I smiled and skated over to them and, before they could say a thing, said, "Before you get mad, the swelling is gone and there's no pain at all. Take a look."Chris looked at the hand, turning it over and bending the finger down to make a fist. I just smiled and let him try and torture me."It looks ok," Chris said to Fred.. " Oohhh God, Rick. You're in so deep... in where nobody's ever been before," and Sam felt a sharp pang of jealousy at his wife's admiring comment. More sad than angry, he watched his wife being ploughed by the mammoth fucktool, her legs rising to wrap around the man's hips as she began to undulate in the way Sam knew so well. "Yeah... hurry... yeah... love your big cock," she chanted. "Give it to me!"It was over, Sam mused, sickened by his wife's treachery, knowing she'd never be his again. He. “Those two are bad news.”“Unfortunately, no.” Ossior grumbled. “Th’ siege-bow no longer works. Clan hasn’t seen fit ta ask fer a repair from Runefell.”John and Veronyka exchanged a glance.“I could take a look, if you want.” She offered.“Ya? Ya know ‘bout machines ‘n’ such?” Ossior looked skeptical.“I know a little.” Veronyka said humbly. “Given the situation, it’s not like I can make things worse.”“Ya gotta point.” Ossior admitted. “C’mon.”He led them back up the ladder to the top floor. This. Mark had also brought a gun around this time and he threatened me with it more than a few times. He would tell me he would kill me if I ever told anyone about his abuse toward me. Each time he abused me in some way the next day he would be telling me how sorry he was and that he was going to change. I wanted to believe him but deep within myself, I did not believe he would ever change. However I was to scared to leave him. For Sherris seventh birthday, Mark came home with a puppy for her..