‘Well, looks like your car is fine. No scratches or anything. Just my car got a little scratched and dented up,’ the other driver said. ‘So, let...��s just swap insurance while I go call the police.’ As he stepped away to go back to his car, Jenna grabbed his arm. ‘Is that really necessary?’ she pouted. ‘It’s not that bad. I mean I’d hate for insurance to get involved and for us to waste time waiting for a cop.’ The other driver responded, ‘I guess if you want to just give me some money that’s. While she dressed, I was in the bathroom cleaning myself up. I stepped out of the bathroom and se entered there to do the same stuff –bathe her cunt. We were both busy from this on; she resumed wash labor, while me doing the bed. I was done with this and got out of the bed room only to catch sight of a female body shaking again, doing laundry. The maid began to feel somebody hugging her from behind. She ignored this and continued shaking her ass still occupied in her wash practice, both. "Oh ... well, okay Becky ... I-I can try calling you tomorrow, if you like?... maybe I ... well, maybe I will get a chance to write you another letter, if that's okay with you?" Myron asked. "Sure ... if you like?.." Becky replied, quickly exiting the gym. The wimpy Myron just watched her walking away, gingerly, as if she has sprained an ankle. The next four days were pretty much the same. Becky barely spoke to Myron for more than 5 minutes at a time. She was never available to go out and. I vowed i would never again own another dog, i would never again let myself feel their fur against my body or their tongue on my skin but that instead i would assume the role of the dog and satisfy myself with that.? she stops talking and bows her head in her shame, tears flowing freely down her cheeks, landing on the floor between her legs as she waits to hear His outburst of rage and disgust. He pats her head and she cries even more. Why isn’t He saying anything? Why is He so.