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“Here,” he said, handing it to her. “Put this on.” Carole put on the t-shirt and slowly came out of the bushes. “Come on, let’s get you out of here,” the Jogger said. He escorted her back to his car. “We should call the police,” he said. Carole didn’t say anything, but shook her head, ‘no.’ The Jogger tried to persuade her, but she just declined each time. “Where should I take you?” he asked in the car. “Take me to your place,” Carole finally spoke. “What? You sure?” She nodded. “Ah, I’m not sure that is a good idea,” the Jogger said. “Please,” she begged. “Okay,” he finally acquiesced. The Jogger took her to his apartment and let New her in. He showed her where the bathroom was and told her she could clean up. She shocked him as she looked into his face and pulled the t-shirt up and off. This was the first he could see her in full light. She was beautiful and sexy, but at the moment she looked awful. Her hair was matted with sweat and cum. Her face was bruised and streaked with dried sperm. Her big tits were covered flash with bite marks and bruises. Some were suck marks, but others were bruises from the vicious slapping they had taken. Cum threaded across her chest and bus her stomach. When she turned around to get in indian the shower, he saw that her ass was covered with hand prints that were turning into bad bruises as well. A half-hour later, she reemerged from the bathroom. Again, to his surprise, she was totally naked. She stood directly in front of him and looked at him. Embarrassed, he tried to look away. “You don’t like what you see?” Carole asked and then started sobbing. “Of course, I do,” he replied, confused. “But you are married,” he said lamely, “and you have just been abused and hurt.” “But you can’t even look at me,” she sobbed. “I am so ugly now.” She sat down on the desi couch next to him and cried. Not knowing what to do, the Jogger put his arm over her shoulder. She leaned into him. After several minutes, her sobs dwindled. Exhausted, she laid down on his lap and fell asleep. It was difficult for the man. Here was this sexy naked woman laying with her head in his lap. She had just been raped. When he got back into the house, Mandy greeted him with a smile and acknowledged the meeting of Ambrose and Shelly. I found the owner of the property. “Right,” she replied, adding, “OK, me and Nicole are partners bus from long time, and all what Nicole told you and Niky about blackmailing me and drugging me isn’t true and she knew about my kids since long time as I knew everything about her, her first husband, Niky and you.” He is the playground snitch. I was focused on getting the whole scene in and didn't notice Julie was trying to get her whole had into my wife’s pussy. He slid two fingers into her vagina, rapidly masturbating her until she began to respond, once she began to thrust back against his hand, her cunt dripping and her arousal climbing, he pulled his fingers out and smacked her butt. Did you do it to keep me from getting in trouble?” Her hands slid down my chest. We were fucking each other so fast. There was no sign of Shikha. I think it was the situation, the look on my husband's face, the look on Sharon's, the feel of Gary's hard cock pressing into my lower back, and knowing that Harvey's cock was poking Sharon in the same fashion. I noticed that John had bought himself an assistant’s notebook that resembled indian Dakota’s. So far, he was listening and taking notes, which made me proud of him. People who were afraid to get cut would not play with New knives. The fat prick of the desk clerk erupted when Tess said that, splashing desi huge gobs of cum across the flash bridge of her nose. “So do you.” He replied. I felt another wet rush as I looked at my pussy in the mirror. He hit her cervix and without hesitation, started to pound her with his length. She was back in control of herself when she entered the room.