. he couldn't blame her for acting that way, considering the situation... but that's exactly what she was!He opened the liquor bottle, poured out two ...hots, and carried the glasses across the rug, setting Betty's down in front of her and dropping two fresh ice cubes into both glasses. "Drink," he commanded, a note of exasperation tingeing his voice.Silently, she picked up her Scotch and sipped, then set it back down on the floor. He was lying next to her now, running his fingers down her sides. One with which I can make a contract. This just proves to me you are the right person." he said."Let's leave that whole thing till I talk to whoever we have in the dark house." I said.I walked into the night and over to a cabin away from all the others. I went inside and there in a straight chair sat a man with a black hood over his head. He was from the former soviet union. He was for sale now, but he had once been filled with idealism. I made enough noise so he knew someone had sat. Her hips were fucking his hand franticly and wildly. Rita was so wet, she could feel her juices crawl down to her ass.Neil’s tongue was working his magic on her but carefully not to raise her threshold to reach the climax stage. His fingers also sliding in her deep. ‘My God, his fingers are so thick, how big his hand would be to feel if it was all the way in’, Rita thought to herself. “That’s it babe, ride my hand, impale your cunt on my fingers and grind harder”. Neil said as he watched her. ‘What’s going on Doc?’ Danny asked, impatiently and worriedly. Claire looked up and sighed. ‘Jessica, how far along are you in your pregnancy?’ Claire asked, her voice calm. Danny growled. ‘What does that have to do with anything?’ he wanted to know. Claire gave Danny a pointed look. ‘Jessica, how many weeks pregnant are you?’ Claire asked again. Jessica struggled to remember what her nurse midwife had told her at her last appointment. ‘Almost thirty two weeks,’ she gasped. Claire breathed a.