Hopefully that would get her to open up with me a bit as well, and peak her curiosity enough to give some thought to my eventual suggestion."Oh? And w...at was that?" Instead of dressing, or even making an attempt to, I sat down on the edge of the bed next to her, though sitting slightly at an angle so I could face her. I saw her eyes briefly look over my nude form, though she quickly averted her gaze as though trying to ignore the obvious as she looked up into my eyes instead."After what you. Then he pushed his chair back and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me over into his lap and said, "You're going to have to do better than that, bitch."He forced another of his long, black, greasy fingers into my mouth and I sucked it clean while his free hand came up and cupped my breasts and gently squeezed.As I sucked his finger clean I could feel his cock under my ass. It felt huge. I tried not to think about that but instead concentrated on sucking his greasy fingers clean. He let me clean all. My feelings overcame me and I started to sob, softly at first, then uncontrollably."You fucking sissy! You make me sick!" I'm so sorry... " I sobbed."Well, I came here to be satisfied so I will be," she screamed. " So satisfy me! ... I said satisfy me! Now you sissy bitch!" I just continued crying like a girl."You don't have a cock, cunt, but you do have a tongue, so start sucking, bitch!" I didn't move, and just stared down as I sobbed, but I was suddenly shaken by the powerful open hand that. I couldn't be sure. "What a load of crap," I declared surveying my room, feeling a little light headed. My shoulders were aching, then my neck, the liquid I drunk no doubt doing this to me. "Ugh I feel sick," I moaned out load. But it wasn't sickness in my stomach, but in my gut like when you realize you have just done something horribly wrong or made a really bad mistake. I began to feel angry, a rage in fact. Angry with myself but also with the beauty I could see through the window. I was.