Someone reached up and tugged on Angel’s black pleated mini skirt. Others she guessed were high spending clients. xvideos Angel yelped at the hard yank, and the pressure it put on her shoulder. There was no physically testing of the merchandise. Good at training?”
“No, she’s not a bottom,” Rich snapped. “Where’s your clothes? Internal ones that prevent her from any satisfaction, ones on her skin that are faded but still littering her body. It could also anger Rich, if the other men thought she fancied them over Rich. Was it the warmth he gave her when he pulled off his shirt and clutched her close as she shivered and shook violently with chills and pain? Dark, ominous bruises spotted the girl’s legs, and Angel didn’t doubt they continued up her body.
