The shower was starting to heat up. I never figured out if it was because the room was joined to the bedroom, or because of what we cleaned the mirror... with, but the bathroom mirror didn’t ever fog up no matter how long you ran the shower. I opened the door and the sound of the water was louder. I entered the shower and relished in the feeling of the warm water covering my satisfied body. It felt good to wash off the juices from our lovemaking, however spectacular they might have been, it still. “All right, but only one of you! You go sit down,” she said, her eyes pinned on Bobby.All in all, it only took an hour for things to calm down. Once the tearing had been taken care of, they gave Betty a sedative and she relaxed. She had suffered no permanent injury, only loss of blood, and they gave her a pint to offset that until her body could produce more. While that was going on, Bobby went up to the second floor.It was by chance that he ran into a nurse who had been recently hired. When he. She looks at me again, and gives a slight nod. Walks away to what I hope is the washroom, to wash her feet. Coming back she sits down again across from me, and puts her feet up on my lap."Okay." Looking at me expectantly, and frightened a bit I take her size 6.5's in my hands, and begin to massage her soles, and heels first. She looks at me with pleasure, not knowing what to expect. "This is the first time I have ever had a foot massage. You are making me very relaxed." Almost like butter she. The gang leader looked up from his face fucking for a moment, then shouted at me: "hey you - shitface - get that cunt out of here - and fuckin clean her up".I dragged the terrified girl away from the line - we sat on a wall outside, where mons explained that her big sister had brought her along for fun, because she needed hardening up.The girl was actually quite cute when she stopped crying - I stroked her face to dry her tears, then I kissed her - first her neck and then when she didn't slap.