I got closer and could see that she was a young Indian woman. He had beaten her and her face was swollen. "Mister, does that woman belong to you?" I a...ked not being able to tolerate a man beating a woman very well."I am free," the woman gasped.The man turned to slap her. "Mister, if she isn't yours, I can't let you beat her."He pulled a knife and threatened, "Put your nose back where it belongs, boy." Let her go," I said. I pulled my revolver from my holster.He let go of her hair. She started. , none of which mattered.^[The previous evening I'd sat my girls down to allocate our votes. After explaining the procedure I'd use for the voting, the first step had been to ask Nevaeh to decide on who her votes would be, based on how she personally wanted to vote, with as much regard to her friendships as she wanted. I'd explained that I didn't want any of her friends to be angry with her for not voting for them, and that her votes didn't matter because the rest of us would easily outvote her. .. a faster and harder pace. Puffing and breathing hard, Jared tried to keep up.Helen had pulled herself away from Stacy's breast. It was soaked with her saliva and seemed to be glowing with pink arousal. Helen also noticed that the bruising was showing a little more now though she thought it wouldn't end up being too bad.But what caught her attention was Stacy's face. Her lips were set thinly and her eyes were wide and bright and vacant. The only thing in her mind was the pleasure her body was. Eager to continue with his seduction of this spoken for woman, he gently lifted her chin, his penis popping out of her mouth. He bent to kiss her, and her lips found his. Her tongue darted into her mouth. She fell back on her hands at the force of the kiss, which was his intent. He broke the kiss, hands grabbing her pants. Charmaine found herself raising her ass, despite her strongest inner warnings. He pulled them down her tanned legs, and she pulled her bare feet out of them one by one. She.