"My friend is a mechanic," he said, waving Scott over, "you want him to take a look at it?"The girls looked at each other and then thanked him. They w...re already beginning to get uneasy though, especially the brunette. She smiled tightly, nervously. Spooked by the scent of predators on the wind. Bruce smiled tightly back.Momentarily, Scott arrived with his toolbox. "You girls wanna flip the hood?" he asked casually.Standing behind the hood, shielded from view, Scott opened his toolbox. Inside. But it takes a lot of work and resources from both ofus. Why?" "I was hoping you could grow the eyebrows and lashes back." "Whose back are you going to be lashing?" Robin grinned, stepping intothe conversation. "Can I watch? Or better yet, help?" "That's a little kinky even for my tastes," added Flo, who had come inwith Robin, searching for Sherry. "Not those kind of lashes!" Sherry insisted, her careful grammarslipping. "Eyelashes." "That's gotta hurt," Flo said, covering her eyes with her. As he ran the soap across his chest and stomach, hecould feel the spots where he had beaten Susan. The ribswere tender and bruised; the stomach was sore; the armswere all beaten up. John slowly finished washing himselfoff and lost in thought about the horrible things that he'ddone to her. He put the soap down and slid down the side ofthe shower. He sat there, the hot water beating against hishair causing remnants of shampoo to pour down his face. Hecouldn't help but think about how she must. I felt a hand run up my thigh, it felt rough, like wrinkled leather. Another hand roughly handled my boob, squeezing it tightly then letting it fall back into place, repeating this process over. The rougher hand started to peel away my thong and trace faint lines back and forth across my shaved pussy, it almost felt nice, I suppose it would have been if it wasn't some old revolting man who owned the hand caressing me. The younger of the two removed his hands from my breasts and flipped me.