Last night the man with the cruel eyes had raped her continually, his big hands pinching and squeezing her tender body until she begged him in Polish ...o stop, to let her go and show her mercy. But he didn’t. He kept on hurting her, forcing her to perform acts that she had not even heard of in her sheltered upbringing back in Poland. Sore she moved her legs, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the pain shot through her bruised and tender groin and bottom where the horrible man had. Her curiosity guided her around my body. Her hand found its way between my legs, where my vagina was dripping with anticipation. She glided over the slippery skin, dabbing my clit with her fingertips. I jumped slightly when she did this. She looked at my face and began to watch me as she made tiny circles with her finger, massaging my clit, then digging down between my lips, bringing more juice up to spread all over my sensitive flesh. My eyes fell closed at the power of it."Does that feel. Bob had roamed the west for years, and had seen towns even worse than Boulder. He used ideas that worked in those towns and adapted them to his jurisdiction. His first order of business was to convince the Judge Magistrate to levy a five dollar a week fee on the establishments that catered to the miners' pleasure. With that money Bob hired six new deputies he called peace keepers. He lured the men from the coalmines by paying them double what they were making by tunneling into the Flat Iron. When he reached the top he unlocked the door and nearly fell in. his arms were aching and his back felt like it was on fire. He dropped the bags and lowered the girl onto my big double bed. I peeled the blanket away to reveal an amazing form albeit a bit grubby but lovely nonetheless. She was clad in a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt, certainly not outdoor clothing. I ran into my bathroom and began to run a hot bath. When it was full and nice and soapy I returned to the bedroom and with.