As she waited for the coffee to cook, she turned on the small flat screen TV that sat on the kitchen counter. The weather man was giving the forecast.... ‘It looks like we’re going to get more snow than expected this year. Snow will continue falling throughout the day, adding at least another six inches to the ten inches we’ve already received. Snow is expected to continue falling for another two to three days. Businesses are expected to be closed for at least four to five days once it stops. The plug must have a slow leak, because after she drank as much as she dared, it was half empty. The faucet dripped occasionally, but the pressure was for all purposes nonexistent. It was still dark outside, even darker without the streetlights.The power wasn't for the whole city, the sky behind the buildings glowed with electric lights. She drank a little more water from the sink, and lay back down. Wrapped in the blanket, she was warm enough. Did he realize how effective what he was doing. She started moving down biting my stomach and as she was doing so, her breasts were just above my semi-erect penis now.She bit me hard at the corner of my stomach and I couldn’t stop screaming with pain. She put her hands over my lips and I bit her fingers hard. She then turned me and asks me to sleep over my stomach. As she saw my back she said that wow you have such such a smooth back. And she slept over me. Her breasts pressing hardly over my back. We stayed that way for some time and then I. "What are you doing to to her?" "It's your turn, Mr. Craven." "What!?" "Your turn to fuck her. Hurry, while she's still drenched. That's a direct order from corporate." Mr. Craven grumbles and coughs but stations himself behind me and drops his pants. "I'm sorry, Dana." he whispers. "It's okay, sir," I console him. With that he inserts his short stubby dick into my twat and proceeds to ram me, hard. He is much less elegant than Mr. Glass has been, and less skillful, but I am so hot it doesn't.