I got a bit upset when he said that. He could admit that he loved my pussy but he couldn’t say that he loved me? The odds were severely against him.... He was still on my shit list for last night and now he was in love with my pussy? What about me?! My anger seemed to turn me on even more as I thought of ways to hurt him. He then turned me on my back and grabbed my breasts hard. I spread my legs a bit wider and tucked my hips under. He bucked harder into me as he used me as his personal fuck toy.. She peered over Lena’s shoulder and wrinkled her nose at the filthy wadding around the broken arrow. ‘Eesh, what a mess.’ ‘I know. I’m almost scared to look.’ ‘Have you seen anything worse? I don’t think I have. Except maybe when Iyllia stood on that barb last summer and it turned into an abscess. Remember?’ ‘I’m not likely to forget. I had to drain it three times a day for a week.’ Lena gingerly plucked at the grubby bandage. ‘Whoever did this almost did a good job. Shame it wasn’t clean. At. .this spectacle. He figured he would ignore it, and returned to his conversation with Jack and Rod as best he could, but he couldn't resist glancing over to his right a few minutes later. The man was still sitting in the same position, although his head was craned to his right, as he spoke to someone behind the bar. Don saw that everything was pretty much the same--but that murky looking knob with the split down the middle looked a little less murky. Was it a bit closer, a bit more exposed? It. ' She took the brandy away and brought me a beer.'Have a cigarette, cariño, if you want, and tell me about it.' I began to speak, haltingly, about what I'd seen. She didn't interrupt, but her expression hardened.'You feel terrible because now you've actually seen her and you can't do anything about it yet. One of the things about you is that you hate feeling helpless and you hate seeing other people who are helpless. So what you'd better do is think it through. Apart from the awfulness you've.