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That’s up to the lady,” he said, “no strings mate, of course it would be very nice but she doesn’t have to.” Susan was recovering slowly, she felt washed out but her body was still trembling from the punishment Paul had given her with his fist. She looked down at her dress, or rather what was left of it. It was covered in spunk stains and the neckline had been torn right down the middle until it almost met the slit in her skirt. Her tits were hanging out and she didn’t have the will or the energy to cover them. They arrived at the house and Paul helped her learningwindowsphone.com out of the cab. She stood on the pavement trying to cover herself with the remnants of her dress, she could either cover her tits or her cunt but not both, in the end she just let the dress fall open exposing everything, trusting that there were not many people about at that time of the evening. Paul offered to pay the fare but the driver refused it. “She was well worth it mate,” he said, “it’s been a first for me in all these years, you take the lady inside son and have a good night.” Paul closed the door and the taxi drove off. As Susan turned to go into the house, she stumbled. Paul caught her and studied her but not without her losing hold on her dress completely and it fell to the floor. As Paul stooped to pick it up, she looked up, there was the outline of a figure standing in the upstairs window of the house next door. She recognised Steve watching her standing there naked with her son.
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