It was a price she was willing to pay, but only if the general went with her. Dozens of goat hearts had been consigned to the flames as she watched. T...wo horse hearts had been consigned to the flames, and their terrible ends had scared her witless. The general was physically far more powerful than she thought. He had carved those hearts out of those Arabian stallions while avoiding their frantic and lethal kicks as they spun around this enclosure where his bloody and devilish rites were. But she just punched him in the mouth! That's when we called you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go shoot the OTHER scenes for this episode," said the producer, Carl Ford.Walking off in a huff, I had a production assistant show me towards where her dressing room was. The assistant left me standing there in the hallway. Reaching out, I knocked lightly on the door."Eliza? It's me, Dean. From Shooting Stars?" I said hopefully."Go away," I heard her sob. "You can't help me," Come on now. I'm. . his own passion was banked.He planned on making the next half hour one she would never, ever forget.They lay there, in each other's arms, out of breath and sweating. Bob had rolled to one side, so as not to crush her, but her arms were still around him tightly."I ... didn't ... know," she panted."Know what?" That it ... would be ... like that." And, are you ... pleased?" No." You're not?" Not hardly." Why not?" His voice sounded injured.She had regained her breath enough to speak full. We’ve sucked each others pussy, but we’ve never let a boy fuck us. We want you to be our first. PLEASE?”Rachel put her hands against my thighs and pushed her butt up, causing my dick to slip from her pussy, with a sucking, slurping sound as it came out. I looked down between my legs and there was a huge puddle of our combined cum on the floor.I reached for my Coke when Linda handed it to me. I was still sitting in the chair naked, with my dick pointing straight up toward my chin. Rhonda knelt.