Horner has a heart attack

As the janitor's heart pounded harder than ever, a chill ran through his left arm. Then the arm went completely numb. He cried for help, but Amy's breasts pressed into his face and muffled his words.

Sheila bounced on his cock, too caught up in her own orgasm to notice that he'd stopped moving underneath her.

Horner came in Sheila's quivering pussy as the pain started to radiate through his chest. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent his mind reeling. The girls pulled up to see his post-coital expression, but he could barely control his face.

“Master?” asked Amy.

The two girls climbed off him and knelt next to the couch. After several seconds of struggling, Horner managed to speak again. He pointed to the table and rasped out, “Bone... use bone... make me well!”

Sheila reached for the table, but Horner's earlier wish stopped her hand. “I'm sorry Master, but I can't touch it.”

“No!” wheezed the old janitor. “You... must...” He stretched his shaking arm toward the table, but gave out and died before he could reach it.

“Oh my god!” said Sheila. “Um... uh... I have to call 911!”

While Sheila rushed to the phone, Amy remembered Horner's order that the girls insure that nobody but him ever touches the wishbone. She knew she had to make that happen, but couldn't figure out how to do that without touching it.

Suddenly, an idea struck her. She picked up two letters from Sheila's table. Amy used one letter to brush the bone off the table onto the other letter. She then carried the letter to Mr. Horner and tipped it over, dropping the bone into her deceased master's mouth.

Sheila came back into the living room. “Get dressed, ****. They'll be here soon for the body.”