Venessa looked at herself in the mirror. She wore a uniform to please all of the "clients", a leopard skin one piece that had a single string to tie i... the back of the one-piece to hold the thing up and leg holes that wrapped up to form a G-string to cover her ass. Her vagina was covered fully and was made of spandex. The one-piece split widely between her breasts and had many pink weaves straps holding them from revealing her breasts. However did show off quite a bit of cleavage. She was. She has two broken ribs and her left leg sustained a compound fracture in two places. The bones were protruding outside her leg. Her left ankle was also broken. We placed plates and screws in both her ankle and leg. I removed the two bullets which the police now have in evidence.”“The prognosis is good with rehab but she will likely have a noticeable limp. We sutured lacerations on her forehead and arm but they were not serious. I anticipate she will be here a week and then at least eight to. Please don’t.” The words said one thing, but mouth said another - it was open and eager. “Please.” Hunter ignored my plea and obliged my need by peeing again. The pleasure between my legs spiked suddenly as I rubbed hard and fast while doing the dirtiest thing imaginable. Focusing on my pleasure, I no longer cared if Hunter saw. “Oh fuck!” I became a spluttering prisoner of an orgasmic bubble radiating out from between my legs. Only Hunter’s black cock penetrated the white wall of my. ’ I said, no caring a whit about food at the moment as my eyes were feasting on the plump arse she was presenting to me. Mrs. Bentley stood beside the desk looking at me. ‘Spread your legs as far as you can.’ I said by way of instruction. ‘A little more . . . yes, that’s good.’ Mrs. Bentley had taken one step closer to the desk and bent over it on her forearms, then shuffled her feet apart. I lifted up the sheer nightgown and exposed her bottom and began to play with her pucker using my.