They did not need to be told of the risks of severe physical and mental disabilities, but that was essentially all they heard. Except from Hannah. Dr.... Hamilton-Smythe was once more outlining the risk of blindness from the oxygen the baby had been given and at the same time arrogantly running the hand over Hannah's back and playing with her bra-strap. Hannah snapped. Swinging around and waving the surgical scissors in close proximity to the doctor's crotch, she exploded. "The threat to little. It was the pain—pure pain—of being roasted alive that filled and overwhelmed his consciousness now. The humiliation and sheer embarrassment—and of course the intense resentment and anger—that had once fixed his awareness as he had been paraded on his leash and collar, hands manacled behind his already sweating back, from the kitchen through the laughing, poking, cocktail-spilling crowd of guests to the barbecue pit and the spit, had yielded completely to the torturing reality of fiery burning. I didn’t have a car then. I pulled my two-wheeler out of the gate, few yards outside my house, started it, and started my journey. It took me 10 minutes to reach the lane behind her house. I was nervous as hell.I moved across the empty plot, apprehensive if I was being watched by anyone or what if someone sees and reports me. Anyways, I successfully jumped onto her house and was standing right in front of her back door. She opened the door, and my heart skipped a beat.She was wearing a black. The view I had of her chest was amazing. Her deep cleavage, her big tits pressed together in her dress and bra. As she undid my pants, she pushed them down my thighs along with my boxers in the same movement she dropped herself down in front of me. My cock jumped to life looking down at her, face level with my growing cock. Looking up at me, she took my cock in both hands, and guided them down my shaft. She opened her mouth and parted her red lips around my cock, still looking up at me,.