Her mind regrouping, Penny looked around the room.The lighting was dim without being so dark that the room would seem creepy or uninviting. A large th...rapist's couch was stretched against one wall, and a bookshelf filled the other. On that bookcase were the requisite medical tomes, but there was also a shelf devoted to other items – to watches on chains, pendants, a metronome, a disk with black and white swirls, and an assortment of electronic devices that could pulse lights, spin, or move and. I clung to the edges of the seat as if they were my lifeline.He started the shower and checked its temperature with his hand. When he was satisfied, he grabbed me and stood me under the shower. I tried to resist but my limbs were too feeble. He rinsed the mud and blood off my body and then rinsed my hair."This is going to hurt," he said calmly as he poured a shampoo on my hair.I screeched as the detergent entered my cuts. He ignored my objections, washing my hair twice and then using shower gel. I had four people a day to interview for the next three days. The list of questions I could not ask was longer than the list questions that I could in this political correct environment. The interview went smooth and quickly. I even had time to take a break to run an errand before lunch.I went to the jeweler to look at some things for my lovers and mates since I had the information at my fingertips now. I had decided on rings to show out commitment to one another. A traditional wedding band. Your body pinned against the length of me, your fingers continuously stroking before starting to trace small circles down and down till you reach the hem of my skirt once more. Slipping your fingers to apex of my thighs, my knickers presenting nothing much of a barrier as they seem to disintegrate between your strong finger, the lace shredding under your touch. Your fingers reach my centre soaked, enticing your fingers as they slide delicately along my slipperiness, as you reach my engorged.