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Languages: English, French

Location: CandyWorld

Body Decorations: My booty is my everything

Smokes/Drinks: Sometimes both

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples

Age: 20

Body Type: Slim

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The night was getting late. He spent the whole of the next several days riding the storm, meeting with vendors and engaging in sexual activities with several of the ladies at the bar. One night, while out in the back seat, he ended up making some phone calls to his friends while sitting in the front seat. On the first one, there were just two of them, Chatroulette Nude and Chatroulette Nude. He had fun listening to their conversations. "I bet you've been thinking about running for office," Chatroulette Nude said. Chatroulette Nude and Chatroulette Nude then burst into the car. They tell him to pull over. He does. He's lost. He's gone. He's gone. He's gone. He's gone. And then, of course, there was that phone call. But it was a long drive, almost three hours, and he was exhausted.

And on the third, he agreed to it. The time came for him to get out of the car. As he walked out of the driveway, he just let the car do the honking. It drove through the intersection, almost swerving to avoid the restaurant. And then, just as he was getting out, she slammed the door. He fell to the ground, where he started to get up. "You bastard, you bastard," she said as she kicked him in the ribs. "I'll get you for this." She pulled him to his feet and held him tight as she started to walk away. "Don't move, bitch, or I'll come get you." "If you cry, I'll tear your mouth apart." She kicked him in the ribs again, and he puked on her knee, which fractured and knocked off part of her plate Glasses. She grabbed his head and kept him tied against the car. "Sit up, boy, you're going to have to learn to obey," she said as she got into the car. She drove off and got to the mall. There were about 21 people inside, mostly younger women, and two older men. One of them was her attacker. The other was her defense, a drunkard.

A few of the men exchanged angry words with one another. Clara drove off, and the attacker turned and sat down. The drunkard apologized for his behavior, but didn't listen. He and the defense attorney got up to some motions, but the drunkard remained silent. Then Chatroulette Nude pulled into the parkinglot of the restaurant. The woman who had beaten him had parked there, as well. The victim had left work that day and gone to the mall to find a sexual outlet. A popular gay bar, D/s, was the place she was going. She had been hurrying. By the time she returned, half in tears, to the parkinglot, her rapist and her defense attorney had the statements from both. And they weren't just any two, they were the only two there. Chatroulette Nude picked up Chatroulette Nude at the same place again three hours later. He looked as fit as a tortoise. Thin androgynous looking, except for her perfectly shaped eyes, which seemed to emit a soft glow. Her lips, which were somehow so soft and pliant, if stretched, could be just a hint thinner. She had a cascade of wispy brown hair, all trimmed in a bun, that was matted to just above her shoulder blades..

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