Was than grin just a bit mischievous or was it just wishful thinking? Id really just like to take it easy, I responded. Well, you must be hungry after... that trip. Why dont we go back to the apartment to freshen up and then Ill take you out to dinner at Barbaras place. Barbara had been Frans roommate until recently. A pretty redhead, she was the manager at one of the citys nicer restaurants. That sounds good, Fran, although you look pretty fresh to me. She blushed at that as we loaded her car and. . I mean - all that lovely smooth skin of hers that was starting to look so nice again - and now it's all raw like a slab of meat. At least she's not bleeding any more but she's lost a lot of blood Frieda. That bitch! I hope Jo kills her when she gets out."Frieda said nothing at first. Then she answered Francesca. "I've seen plenty of girls take worse than that Fran, including Angela herself on one occasion and I have taken quite a bit of stick myself. These are brutal times and Joanne has got. While I had now put my cock in Sarita’s mouth, Rajiv was savoring the taste of her cunt to the fullest. Both we were pounding my wife’s holes to the full satisfaction of her. She was going crazy. In this frenzy she was cupping the balls of me one time and in a moment her hand would reach below her ass and hold the balls of Rajiv. In this heat of the moment I signaled my coming. I had held Sarita’s both tits in my hands hard and penetrated deep inside her mouth. With loud grunts I came and I was. ‘Come to see the scar?’ she demanded, and she had said the first words to me in full volume, and her voice was full of anger. ‘No, I came to each lunch with you. I’ve eaten with everyone else, and.’ I started, but didn’t get to finish. ‘Bullshit, you can’t lie to me, you want to see what I am, take a look, take a good look at the freak.’ She pulled her hair back from her face exposing her scared cheek. Her scar was a burn scar, apparently from some car accident or another. It was on the right.