I hate her.She is wearing black leather shoes. They are simple but from expensive brand. Her pantyhose have floral motifs – whorish pantyhose. Her s...irt is short but not provocatively short. Moderately whorish.Under the laddered fabric at the left calf shows purplish swelling. The limb is slightly bent, visibly shortened. Broken. Both shin bones are crushed, but the surgery could be avoided, I know that from experience. She is in pain, but I do not care. Because I hate her."Doctor, give me some. His fingers had been pushing my jucies inside my orifice, lubricating my opening, and not surprising considering how much I wanted this to happen, relaxing my sphincter. I knew he could feel me opening up for him, welcoming his incipent invasion. Now his fingers moved slightly to each side looking for friction, a grip with which to pull my cheeks apart. With both of us workiing toward this common goal, I felt my heinie open wide. Say “ah” for the man’s penis. Gladly! I felt the touch of. "Yeah, not going to lie, I never liked that chair," I remarked. "Come on. Get on the couch."Jessica climbed onto the couch. I motioned for her to put her legs up, and she did. I wrapped the panties around her feet, tying them together. I held my camera in my hands as I stared down at her. Then I inserted my cock back into her pussy and began to fuck her again.As we fucked, I took several pictures of Jessica moaning and screaming as I satisfied every sensitive body part that had been concealed. ’ ‘I’ve had to learn how to do it,’ I remarked. ‘It’s often a part of my job as a consultant, to see what’s there and come up with a plan for making it better. Sometimes I’m standing in the middle of a shitty mess and it’s hard to look around and see the way out. But there always is a way, and as for you, the way seems obvious to me.’ ‘Which is?’ ‘I don’t exactly know for sure, but it seems like you’re hiding from something. You dress in oversized clothes, you hide behind the glasses and.