"Wouldn't it be better to take a chance on the unknown? As it is, we know we're to be slaves; with them it's only maybe." True," Dent admitted. "If it... comes to that try to surrender yourselves, although I have a plan for when we get to Jeevel," he sighed. "But do what you think is best. I have to fight for this ship. I'm under contract and anything less is instant death no matter who wins. Even if the Malshallians take us, I would be instantly executed if I didn't fight." Oh Dent!" she cried. .his cum hits me in the deepths of my cunt , instantly warming me with multiple spasms thumping like a dirty hosepipe..its accompanied by a long and nasty groan from its provider , which then becomes a seedy voice stating where his seed is right now..in my guts , breeding me .. he slides out of me slowly and just as my ass twitches shut he punches it deep back inside me again , holding it deep for a few seconds before pulling out fast and without care.. he then says its clean up time and once. Our car register is a national register and information about a car owner is available by a cell phone. A text message of the plate was sent to the registrar and a few seconds later the car owner's name and address was returned to the phone.The reply from the car registry got me even more curious because the owner of the car was the shop where Monica worked, PARIS FASHION AB. The shop was run by a Lena Alfredsson married to Eric Alfredsson, both in their mid forties. Eric was known for his. Kalila arrived with a stack of the heavy-duty plastic storage bags. I handed one to Basheera and showed her how to hold it over the exit wound to make the bullet hole airtight. I did the same on the front wound holding the plastic in place with my hand, so that her chest would be temporarily sealed. The hiss of air entering her lungs stopped and Fatima's breathing leveled out some, as she did not feel so desperate for air. Jamilah came running in then, carrying my small aid kit, surgical set.