But it is my job...and generally, I do it well. Somehow, sometimes, things goes...well...wrong for me. Samson Project Public Relations and authorities...had been able to cover up some...unhappy, unfortunate adventures of me. Though, fortunately, nobody were hurt but me and my ego.Somehow, I continue to patrol the city day after day, night after night....A night like that...Though I am not like a Superman, I could hear a feminine screech of anguish from the dark alley. That scream was scary for. I could feel a slight wetness deep inside her cunt. I moved slowly (I didn’t want to hurt her that badly). Tears kept pouring out, her face was deeply red, but she was struggling less. Also, the deep wetness started to spread throughout her pussy as I continued my slow thrusts all the way in to the base then back out to the tip and over again. Thankful and astonished, I was in ecstasy over her now thoroughly wet, excruciatingly tight hot pussy. She began to left her ass up off the bed,. Her clit jumped, pulling itself out of Paul’s fingers. She was relieved that he did not say anything, but she heard a whimper behind her, and knew that ring number six was safely in place. Poor Betty!Paul was spraying her again, and then he wiped off the loose black ink and sat back. The outline was finished. Wendy came over and undid the straps, and loosened the gag. “You are doing very well,” she said, “I did not think that you would be able to cope.” “I really want to get it finished, now,”. "Stay safe," I yelled as he was getting back into the cab."I'll try," he commented. I could see concern written on his weathered face.I looked over at Anna. She was staring at my house."This is yours?" she asked."Mine and the banks," I responded."I love it. It is beautiful." You are the one that is beautiful," I replied.I put my arms around her and pulled her to me."This is not exactly the way I intended to bring you home, but here we are." I am pleased," the love of my life responded.I.