Well, do something! So she finished her drink and poured herself another.Crickets sawed a mournful dirge outside, and the greyness of a day gone by se...tled over the house. Carla sipped, liking the dull shadows, for it matched her mood. But she knew that this was no good. Her breathing was loud in her ears, loud in the room, and something had to be done before she cracked. She'd cut out the drinking and save herself for some attractive man who'd replace her lost Arnold, and she'd marry him. She. She screamed and screamed and screamed. It wasn’t a great fuck. The only lubricant was her virginal blood. But it was enough. He spat on her face and resumed choking the slut while he rammed her. She continued struggling, weakly. Like the little whore thought she would get away. The thought just pissed him off. It was tough enough without her constantly trying to stop him! He rammed her. Again and again. After her face turned blue, he released her throat, slowed down his thrusts, and began. I turned and retraced my steps, thinking furiously as I went. Beautiful and deadly, yep, I had to remember, NEVER fuck around with those two. Sure as shit they'll hand me my fucking head if I did. I stopped about five feet from the ladies first looking at Ding and then Ling. Since I now had their complete attention I bowed at a precise forty five degree angle towards them and said, "Ladies, I can't begin to explain how much I have been impressed by your demonstration, please, accept my most. I waited until the bathroom door closed behind her, then walked to the center of the room. “Down on your knees,” I barked as I stood in front of the mirrors above the sink just beyond the urinals and across from the stalls.“What, are you insane, I could lose my job…”“Shut the fuck up and do as I say. I want you to get down on your knees, and untie my shoelaces right now, or I’m out and I’ll leave you to your misery.” A tear fell from her face as she pleaded. “Please Simba, don’t…don’t make me.