? And sheknew she must not, although for reasons she could barely remember.Rough hands suddenly gripped herhead.? The ball was pulled from hermouth.? ...She gasped in shock, brieflyfeeling that part of her body had been amputated.? She could scream, she could should ? and yet,still no sound would come from her lips beyond a heavy pant.? Her eyes were still screwed up in agony butshe heard a voice say,?What do you call me??For a very long time Parveena struggledto find words.? They had to be. I wrapped my other hand around it, starting from the bottom up to the top. Then I moved it up to the head, which was oozing with precum. I swirled my fingers and open palm around the top and rubbed his moisture around my hand, as if it were hand lotion. Bruce was losing control, big time. I gotta…pull…over, he panted. He checked the mirror and steered the car into a dark, empty parking lot. Lets get into the back seat so we can have more room. My hand became a blur as I sped up and down on him.. He grabbed Helen's phone out of her hand andquickly dialed a number and a few seconds later I heard his phone ring andnow he had her number in his phone."Helen, I want to see you again and since your husband gave you permission,I will call you this week and I'll expect you to answer when I call," hesaid handing Helen her phone. He turned and walked back to the bar as wemade our escape before anything else happened.The last few minutes really rattled me and I realized I was shaking. Now that the funeral is all but over, she needs some time to gather her thoughts and process the surprising impact the service has had upon her.An hour ago, life had seemed so simple. For all its grief and regret, it was nonetheless simple. She had made up her mind that she would have an abortion. It would be a quick, simple solution. Then she could put this whole awful ordeal behind her once and for all and try to pick up the pieces of her life. Her professional career was hit hard, but she.