No one really cares anyway. And why should they? One more burn out – why would anyone care? I wouldn't.It's a strange thing to save a life and be to...ld it's your fault that you didn't save them all. It's a strange thing to have to hide for doing something like this. But I don't regret it. Life is too precious, as Manny would have said. I miss Manny. I should look him up, send him a card or something. I don't even know if he's alive. It's been eight years since I last spoke to him.It's just the. "You're my master," I moaned. "I will take whatever you give me."Bob walked behind me, and ripped the crotchless panties high enough to expose my pucker."Well, since I already own this, I will fill it up," Bob said as he squatted and forced his swollen head past my sphincter.I had never been dp'ed before, and the fullness of his oversized manhood coupled with the dog knot in my vagina was exquisite, and I came almost instantly. My moans of pleasure were muffled, as Art was trying to force his. Mai papar padne me mast tha. Phir wo chai table par rakh kar kone se jharu utha kar kamare ko baith kar buhrne lagi lekin uski nazaren mere laude par hi jami thi. Mai bhi jan bhuj kar waise hi baitha raha aur tirchhi nigahon se usko dekh raha tha. Jab wo baith kr jharu mar rahi thi tab uski sari uski ghutano ke upar thi wo sari ko is tarah karke baithi thi ki muze uski chut ki jhalak mil sake. Muze uski chut to saaf najar nahi aarahi thi par chut ke upar ke ghane baal saaf saaf dikh rahe the.. He spent four hours holed up in the cramped and grimy office, either talking on the phone or receiving faxes on Tyler's ancient thermal fax machine.At four o'clock, when the Ryder mechanic still hadn't arrived, he called Jayne again. She called him back with the news that the mechanic had had a breakdown of his own. Henry wanted to pound the desk in helpless frustration. Unfortunately, that wouldn't do any good.He called the truck company and worked his way through people until he was talking.