“I suppose so,” he said. “I wasn’t aware people were calling me that.”“She said you were hurt. I can see she was correct. Why hasn’t som...one looked at your leg?”“It’s nothing,” said Bobby.“I spent a decade becoming a doctor,” said Zimmerman, his voice dry. “How about you let me be one, okay? There’s at least a pint of blood on your pants and the floor, not counting what you lost on the way here. And I can see something protruding from the material of your pants leg. It’s not bone. Based on what. I was mad with lust, and I wriggled my hips at him,desperate to impale myself on his meat hook. He smiled, and movedforward just enough that he penetrated my vaginal lips. The feelingof his tip inside me gave me renewed energy, and I shimmied toward himagain."Horny little bitch, aren't you?" he said under his breath."Fuck me, dammit!" I hissed. I dug my fingernails into his back forgood measure, and as my reward I felt him slip inside my still-tightsnatch. His prick met more resistance as I. Both Jessica and Jerry turn to the remaining meat-girl who then screams "NNNOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" as loud as she can "Yay! Onto the next" Jessica said as she starts moving toward the now very scared meat-girl still dangling on her spreader bar like a caught fish on a hook. hearing a screaming from behind her Jessica turns toward Jerry in time to watch him slip and fall to the blood covered floor "SHIT!!" he yelled as Jessica rushes over to help him up.After helping him up and seeing his now blood. “Do not move” you said, sternly. I moved my hips back to where they were before, my eyes looking to the ground. Your hand slid back around my throat and you replaced the pressure of your fingers around it. Your hand felt cool against the heat of my neck, now flushing with embarrassment from being reprimanded. I again felt the sensation of your hand near my panties again, and it took all I had in me not to press my hips back just the slightest amount. I could feel your eyes watching me, waiting.