.She saw him and was shocked to her core. He was standing, nude, the sweat pouring off of him and curling a bar that weighed more than she did. His fa...ce was locked in rictus of pain as he lifted the bar again and again and again. His legs trembling, sweat pouring off of him, and most horrifying of all, the source of that familiar smell. Blood. Blood was pouring from his nose, was seeping from his tear ducts, staining his chest and belly, dripping on the floor. Little drops were spattering. Her punch wasn't as strong as Dominic had seen before, but it wasenough to knock him back and take him out.The other knifemen took notice and both took her on. One began to lungeat her, but as she got ready to block, another tripped her on the sideand she fell hard on her back. Lady Bullet tried to get up, but the twoknifemen began kicking and stomping on her. Lady Bullet tried to blockthe blows, but there were too many for her to keep up. Then, Dominicheard a scraping sound. Lady Bullet looked. She has been watching me and the reactions I was creating. She sensed the pause from everyone and looked at Tim and saw him watching her. But he wasn’t pushing, requesting, making any demands. His look was just that of an inquiry as if to ask, ‘what about you?’ She returns Tim’s look, then to Mr. R and me. Then she looked at the lights on the panel as it indicated the rising elevator that could be stopped by anyone outside. Then she must have decided. She reaches behind her back, unzips and. I reach down and grip your cock through your boxers, giving it several firm strokes. You growl your approval, which only makes me more anxious to have you buried deep inside me. ‘Fuck me, baby,’ I whisper and I move to take off my shirt, but you stop me and lean in to my ear. ‘Not yet,’ you reply and take both of my wrists in one hand, pinning them over my head. Then you continue your sweet torment, running your free hand and fingers over my breasts, tracing their form and teasing my nipples.