She trys to take your head off

The good doctor swinging her purse at your head like a flail.
Ducking, you can’t quite get out of the way, and the glancing blow causes you to stumble by its ****. Stepping into you she swings again, and the gun goes flying from your hand into her lawn.

“Someone, help me!” She screams, and dropping her bag dives for the loose gun.

Recovering, you try to grab the doctor but can only grab the neck of her blouse which rips as she lunges for the gun lying on her lawn. With a grunt, she lands in the grass still several feet from your gun and quickly she scampers towards it reaching out. Quickly you jump onto the crawling woman trying desperately to pin her to the ground. Wiggling like a snake she keeps inching to the gun, her arms extended all the way, only to come up short as your regain the gun just before her.

“Shut up Bitch.” You tell her in a deadly tone.

She turns onto her back looking up at you, her eyes large as she stares at your gun. Her struggle with you in the grass had left her shirt in tatters with her bra covered tits on display like a ripe prize. Her skirt had also ridden up high on her thighs revealing a thong clad pussy framed by an old fashioned garter belt and stockings. And at her throat glittered a small golden cross.

“Please No?” she says looking up at you.

Palming one of her bra encased tits, you feel the nipple go erect and she groans despite herself. Lust hits you hard demanding that you take your prize right here right now.