It was a very cold tonight, being it winter in New York City. Although it was inhuman and recently, I had decided to direct a base on balls at around 8:34 P.M. I suited up in my leather crown and black gloves, as a safeguard I took my .45 M1911 side arm. I bought it to be careful with what living in New York and what not. Anyway, I figured I would loop around and stop by the liquor store before they close, and along the way something happened that would change my life forever. I heard the phone of what sounded like a woman shouting and shout, I thought I could leave and not worry about it, but knew I could never endure with myself. As I took the recession and headed to the bowling alley where the sounds were originating from, there was a cleaning woman that was trying to get away from a man that held her strongly and had a knife in one hand. With the other he was trying to hold her and ransack her clothes from her at the Sami time.

"What the nookie is going on here ? ! ?"I shouted

"You just sodomize the fuck off man, this shit aint none of your occupation !"he shouted back, waving the tongue my way.

"You don't want to bet this secret plan with me fucktard !"I shouted, slowly undoing my .45 from my shoulder holster.

"Alright picayune man, I've had enough of this bullshit. Your dumbass should hold just left when I gave you the probability !"He yelled coming at me with the knife.

"Alright loggerhead, if this is what you want !"slinging my .45 from my holster and steadied the lot on the asshole.

"Oh dickhead, look man I didn't mean, just let me leave and you don't have to interest about anything from me ever again !"He pleaded, I thought I saw rent in his misfortunate eyes, I let him go. Partly because hollow points are expensive and I didn't want to do paperwork at the police force station.

"Ma'am are you ok ?"I asked, holstering my weapon.
"Please…. Please don't come any closer !"She shouted, rip and awe in her eyes.
"It's ok, I promise I'm not going to hurt, are you ok ?"I asked, moving closer to her.
"How….. Can I trust you ?"She cried.
"I guess that's fair, can I anticipate mortal for you, maybe a fellow, parent ?"I asked her.
"That firearm of diddley was my fellow, he went fucking crackpot after I told him I wanted to see other mass and that's why he pulled the knife."She replied, calming down a fiddling bit.
"What about parents ? Or the police ?"I asked, three feet from her now.
"My parents live in Oregon, there is no use calling them, as for police force, I'd prefer not to because I really don't want this in the news.

"Ok then, can I walk you to your house, to make sure enough he doesn't try anything ?"I inquired, next her now.

"I'd like that thank you, but I don't even know your name."She said, looking distrusting.
"My public figure is Frank, I'll take you home, just tell me where you live ok ?"I said.

"Ok I just live two stop down and one to the left, my name is Serena by the way."She replied, getting to her feet.

"Ok come on, take my arm."I replied, helping her steady herself, as she got up slowly.

"Thank you for all your help hotdog, you don't even know me and you're helping, but all I can't help wonder why are you helping me ?"She asked looking at me.

"Because I believe that are still some decently multitude in the humanity that are willing to help other people in their prison term of need."I replied smoothly.

When we got to her firm, I had assumed that I was going to leave when she got in the room access, but to my surprise she invited me in. When we got in the house, she said she need a drinking and asked if I needed anything.

"Scotch malt whiskey if you have any."I said.

As she set off to get the drinks she asked me to sit, not being rude I did. She came back in a few moments with two glasses and a feeding bottle scotch. As she set it down she began pouring the glasses. She handed me a drink, and sipped her own.

"Do you mind if I change ? I feel I look terrible."She said looking shyly away.

"Not at all, even if you don't mind me saying, you look stunning the way you are."I said with a smile.

She walked off to another room and I heard the make of shorts, but to my surprise she came back in nothing but a robe. As she sat down she gave me a weird smile.

"I thought you wanted to put early close on ?"I stammered.

"Oh I think that this is much more fitting for what I have planned."She replied with a sexy smile, as she slowly reached over and began to rub my cock through my jeans.

"Whoa what are you doing, don't you think that with what happened to you tonight is enough for one night ?"I stammered, liking the feeling of her handwriting massaging my increasingly harder tool.

"It made me bring in that I need a man to protect me, and maybe that man is you, but I give you the choice. You can give and never think about me again, or you can grow some clod and love me like I know you want to."She replied, removing her hand from my now pulsing shaft.

So many thought process raced through my question, I just went with my dick and undid my pants, revealing my 8 column inch shaft, hard as a rock and roll.

"Thought so."She said nictation as she wrapped her soft lip around the head teacher of my cock.

She slowly took me centimeter at a time in her balmy, moist mouth. I let out a soft groan. The pleaser was so unbelievably amazing. I was getting ready to unblock the bullet in the chamber.

"Oh fuck I'm going to cum !"I screamed, trying to impress her away, but she stayed. Then the first shot went through my pecker so hard I heard her gag a little, finally after I stopped juicing her oral fissure, she got up and sat on the lounge, my cum still dripping from her backtalk .