She wore only a tiny pair of white cotton briefs, which barely covered the cheeks of her cute little bottom.It was pretty obvious from their contortio...s that she was in the final stages of fellating the man on the log. Suddenly he raised his arms and placed them on her head, as if to signal to her to cease her ministrations. He was clearly close to climaxing. Bending forward he kissed her gently on the head and whispered something in her ear. She looked up, smiled and nodded. In half-profile I. She’d never really looked at herself in the mirror like this, it made her feel… lewd. She couldn’t help herself. Her hand brushed caressingly along one of the more prominent wounds along her maimed rear end. Just then the door of the bathroom opened and several people came in. Hurriedly, she placed her clothing on but remained silent, she hadn't finished dressing, but instead dropped her skirt and zipped her blazer, blouse remaining open and tits unbraced. Quietly, she listened as the door to. " She's unstable and requires careful handling. They nicknamed herthat at the vet, and it was just too appropriate. I found her aboutseventeen months ago in the parking lot at the all-night grocerystore. She was limping on one of her back legs, and so skinny Ididn't think she'd been eating. I didn't know what to do, so I tookher home and fed her some tuna. I brought her to a vet the next dayand they treated her for a bunch of stuff and I was going to take herto an animal shelter, since I wasn't. He recommended a private investigator who specialized in cheating spouses. If anyone could find out the truth, this guy could do it cleanly and quietly, and forever lay the matter to rest. I agreed to meet the investigator and find out what he thought, primarily to end the conversation. In a couple of weeks when Lucy was working late on another big project, I met with the investigator at his office. In a month. He asked for a meeting, saying he had completed his investigation. Lucy was.