I whirled around to see Varner in a pool of metallic-smelling blood. Dark red, almost black, on the white snow. I’d caught a brief glimpse of him in... a Fun House mirror; another back-shooter.He was still breathing, little bubbles of frothy blood at one corner of his mouth. The blast had caught him on the right side, from the nose on down. His gun — that unique Reichsrevolver — lay beside his shattered arm. I kicked it further into the street.Three men were peeking out of shops, “Go get Doc. Reaching down, and fiddling with one of her bells, she imagined being his full time servant, there to please him and his guests whenever they had needs, whether it be for food, drink, or Kimber.Maeson checked his watch, there wasn’t a hell of a lot of time. He would have to get some sleep and then he would have to get to the airport and catch his plane. Despite all of this, he was still horny, and interested enough that he couldn’t just let Kimber go without an order of some type. So, he texted. She takes away one foot and begins to rub it over my crotch while I am sucking on her other foot. I can feel my hard dick being both teased and pleasured through my pants. My bulge growing ever bigger. She then takes away the other foot, thanks me for helping her, and says that she's going to return the favor. Using both feet she rubs them over my bulge going up and down stimulating my cock. She tells me to take off my pants so of course I do. She begins to jerk my cock with her beautiful feet. ‘Was I too rough, Jen? I wanted to please you, I really did, but now I’m worried that I went a little overboard.’ ‘Oh, my gosh, Mark, I don’t know. It was just amazing, incredible, I, heck, I don’t have the right words for it, but . . . ‘ Mark was still hovering over me, and I just reached up, and grabbed his head and started kissing him again, harder than I’ve ever done it. And then I said just one more word: ‘More.’ And boy, did he give me more! Mark was just as strong and just as aggressive,.