“Treadmill; treadmill; treadmill.” I said, hoping that he couldn’t hear me.I couldn’t stop myself cumming and the vibe didn’t help when it z...pped me right in the middle of me cumming. “What the hell does a girl have to do to find somewhere quiet to bring herself off.” I thought as I held my hand over my pussy and shut my eyes. I didn’t want to see the man looking at me. I waited until the man had got out then I got out and went and got changed. I’d had an interesting and tiring evening. I. She took it without any hesitation. Pulling the stopper from it she upended it and poured the sweet liquid into her mouth. As she drank, I settled myself down across from her and waited. I didn't have to wait long."Good wine," Ingrid declared freely when she had finished drinking her fill."I like the best," I admitted with a half smile, taking the skin from her and then drinking from it. When I was done, I put the stopper back into the skin and passed it to her. As she took it, I reached down. .” she mumbled, choking up blood.I took her hand in both of mine. “I’m here, Baby!” I told her. “Stay with me. Help’s on the way.” She was covered in blood and she was spraying tiny little flecks of it with each coughing breath she took. The truck had hit us hard enough that her door had imploded. I prayed harder than I’ve ever prayed for anything.“Pete...” she repeated. “I’m scared! Hold my hand!”“I’ve got you, Baby. I’m here. Just hold on. Help’s coming.” I had her hand in mine and I squeezed. ” “Thought so,” she sneered, “now clean it up.” I tried to take a step, but she still held me. If anything, her grip became tighter. “Where do you think you’re going?” “Fetching a paper towel.” “No need for that, use your tongue.” For a moment I halted, surprised. I had expected she was leading up to some sort of punishment. This I could do. I bent forward and extended my tongue, careful to keep my face away from the pasta, and began to lick at the offending dollops of sauce. It tasted.