She looked down and saw Tomas looking at her with awe and even a little fear. She extended her hand down to him, helping him to his feet. He had a bru...se on one cheek starting to color up.Guiseppe translated to Charles and me what she said. "I'm sorry Tomas. I had been defending myself from those two and you grabbed me. I have been taught by my mother to respond violently to being grabbed. I hope I didn't hurt you badly."Guiseppe continued with what Tomas said. "I am okay. I will be more. He heard the sound of men running and called out."Come slowly, there is no attack!" His watcher's mind did a quick replay in his head of the area of his watchfulness. There was no sign of this being a ruse. He had remained alert and detected no attempt to use the woman as a distraction. It was the sentries pride and years of discipline that kept his eyes on his assigned lines, even when startled or distracted. He was glad to see Kel at the front of the group who came, walking now, around the. Cars honked at us as we jogged by, and I threw my head up high, my breast thrust out. I was Mark's jogging slut, and I could care less who saw me. I hoped they could see the cum running down my thighs, proof that I was Mark's slut.Day Six, Saturday, June 15, 2013: VertiseNotes: Takes place during Chapter 20 I admired my husband's body as we rested at the intersection. Sweat gleamed on his dark brown skin, his muscles rippling beneath as he moved. We were out for our Saturday morning jog, at. Daphne loved to dance. More to the point, she loved to be the center of attention, and nothing focused men?s interest as much as a beautiful woman dancing with her bouncing breasts and flexing buttocks on display beneath swirling lights while rock and roll music blared from hidden, oversize speakers. Daphne was paid well for exhibiting her charms, because the patrons of Dancing Divas were generous despite - or maybe because of - their intoxication. Daphne liked to think the men were intoxicated.