Please just fuck me."How could Ahmad dismiss such an opportunity? He pushed the head of his large cock into her tight hole, and she moaned loudly urgi...ng his cock further into her tight snatch. He could see how much she needed it and so thrusted his whole length inside her."Oh yes that feels so good please keep fucking me. Please don't stop."Ahmad kept fucking her wet snatch, pushing in all the way every time and paying attention to massage her G- spot with his cock. There was no doubt that his. They found themselves in the outer office, now empty on a Saturday, and could see a man sitting behind a large desk in the windowed office beyond. Presumably this was the Mr. Sloan whom she had come to see.Horace Sloan was sitting behind the desk engaged in his favorite occupation: shuffling papers. Horace was the consummate bureaucrat. At age forty, he was a veteran of over fifteen years of paper-pushing wars. Although a senior hospital administrator, he had next to no idea of the operation or. Waiting didn't seem to help matters.She found the button and the water swirled down the drain, taking the two gadgets with it."Done," she said aloud.The synthetic backed into the wall, then let herself slide to the ground. A puddle of blood sat before her ... and her wrists were still open."This ... is not good," she announced to no one.Her shirt came off with a bit of struggle, one of the white camisoles Sawyer had bought her. Her left hand was all but useless. She wrapped the worst cut with. Making her way to the first floor bathroom, she opened the door to the small closet next to it, but only found toilet paper and some cleaning supplies. Closing the door, she nearly screamed when she saw Brian, Angel’s younger brother standing on the other side. “Jesus Christ!” she hissed, holding her hand to her heart. “You gave me a fucking heart attack!” Brian smiled, trying to keep a straight face and his eyes directed to hers. “What are you doing sneaking around our house naked?” He asked,.