His left wrist was useless. He was having trouble breathing. He couldn't see past his swollen eyes very well. And there was blood everywhere.He was in...big trouble. He managed to remain coherent enough to dig into his pocket for his cell phone. It was cracked, but still worked. He took his good hand and hit Sophia's speed dial number."Hello," she said."Behind Thompson hall. Send help. Ambulance. Hurry!" he managed to squeak out. Then the line went dead.Sophia, sick with fear, dialed 911. Then. She continued fighting but was tiring fast due to my weight on her. After several minutes of kissing and sucking her nipples I heard a moan come from her.“Starting to like it Bitch?” She just glared at me realizing that her body was betraying her.I slid down and started licking her belly button bringing muffled laughter from her. “Ticklish are we? This is really gonna be fun.”I reached up and started to tickle her ribs. Holy Shit!!!! She started bouncing around screaming again. I had never seen. Monica coughed, “Show me you perv.”He suddenly realized what she asked of him. He took a deep breath as his mind raced. His fingers reached down for his zipper, now as if on autopilot he undid his jeans and pulled his stiff erection from underneath Monica’s clean undies.His breath picked up as he brought Monica’s still warm boyshorts down and placed them around his cock. He placed the gusset of her panties over the tip, wrapped his hand around the panties and around the erection that pulsed. “You are back. Did you achieve all that you planned?”Thomas smiled. “That and more. The prize and cargo have been disposed. I will clear almost £24,000 from this.”Mirabel’s eyes went wide. “That’s a fortune! I am so happy for you! Do you think that we might celebrate just a little?”“Yes, indeed. We shall dine at Lanier’s Pie House tonight. It is supposedly the best eatery in town. Here, I found something that I thought you might like.”Mirabel gave him a small smile and opened the wrapping. Then.