I ogled her semen-dripping body. “Happy New Year,” I said flippantly Mithila stared at me, suddenly mortified. “You fucking raped me!” she scr...amed. “Fuck you!” She ran around her car, forgetting her clothes, and jumped in behind the driver’s seat.I chuckled as Mithila started her car and peeled away, tires screeching. I pictured the sight of naked little cum-covered Mithila driving home. I wondered if she would get pulled over. I imagined the smear of blood and semen she would leave on her. When he was pumping faster about to cum I pushed him off of me and got down on my knees and putting his cock in my mouth swallowed his cum. It wasn’t as much but it was still a lot. I swallowed every drop and it was yummy. He moaned and when his cock was finished he pulled out of my mouth and stepped out of the shower to let me get cleaned up.I showered and came into the room wearing a towel and he was dressed. He looked at me and said “I’m sorry..I was rough and…I’m not used to women. His endowments were quite spectacular. Rita was married but not dead!That was 6 nights ago and tomorrow he was going home. He had recovered quite well and now that his blood pressure was stabilized he was completely out of danger. Rita went into his room and hit the automatic blood pressure to record a set of vitals.'Good morning', George said, making her jump.'I thought you were asleep. I'm sorry if I woke you.''You didn't. That damn alarm did and now I'm awake and hungry. Any chance of. There was no way to describe how the shower felt on her back a personal masseuse would be out of a job with this shower head all she knew was if she was ever stressed out this was the place to go. It was certainly cheaper than any massage even though she giggled at the thought of having some of those masseuses’ around to do more than just give her a massage. The shower heads aimed at her sides weren’t at all that powerful but god it felt good no matter the pressure. And finally the shower head.