The larger and well lit room showed her in clear definition the damage done to her.Her clear skin was peppered in bruises and scratches and she felt d...irty for the first time of her life... tears swelled in her hazel eyes and she step into the shower...She put the water the hottest she could take it; and she vigorously rubbed her scrubber attempting perhaps to cleanse beyond her skin.She stood there for a long time; her tears mixed with the warm water left her but her confusion and fear not.She. Tara looked away, admiring the huge etched-glass front window, then noticed Danielle outside, across the street.Danielle was talking to the town sheriff, a muscular, attractive man in his forties who was perched in a wooden chair on the sidewalk in front of his office. Danielle appeared to be motioning to her own breasts a couple of times, then in the direction of the hotel.Preston returned a few minutes later, and for some reason he made a point of showing Tara his wallet. "Yep, here it is,". Paul was buried in his own thoughts so he didn't notice his friend looking at him curiously. At first it was almost as if he wanted to throw the game. But in that last game. That was weird. My little sister plays better than that, in fact, that's almost exactly how he played. Jesus, did I piss him off or something. Was he making fun of me or what?" In spite of himself, the man was getting more and more irritated. Biting his tongue so as to avoid starting an argument, he stomped into the. About an inch Gareth reckoned. He then began to think of where that cock had been, that’s been inside Lionel Messi, he thought, shit I wish I could get my cock in there sometime. He was surprised at how keen he was to fuck his friend, but he had the most amazing arse. He had seen it when they had played against each other. Gareth is notorious for walking between dressing rooms after the match naked to congratulate certain members of the other team. He had walked in on Barcelona and Messi had.