Though, likely purchased various chemicals, and tattoos, in the place of food.“Harper, nice name,” is about all he could come up with.She glanced ...p and gave a shrug.Finally, after half the second sandwich was gone, “Uh, fuck, what was your name?”“Mike.”“Shit, bad memory. Mike. Well, the deal is, you pay me... $500 ... a week and I’ll be your sugar.”He looked at her. Her face was smeared and grimy. Eyes sunken so much, he couldn’t see their color. Her hair appeared to only seen water when it. I Yelled loud. “FUCK YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM” He was rubbing against my g-spot. For no reason he took his finger out of me. “Please fuck me,” I beg. He rubs his cockhead across my wet hole…my ass pushed back against him to feel more. His hands grab my hips hard to stop me. He pressed just the tip of his dick in. I squeezed my pussy tight on it. I moaned again. I feel him grab a handful of hair and yank my head back. He pushes his dick all the way in stretching my sore pussy. He. " Ten! Show me one, please!" I begged. "Show me one and then get a deck of cards."She grinned. "So this is, 'Show me yours and I'll show you mine'?"I couldn't believe she just said that, but I nodded, not knowing what else to do.She still was grinning when she handed me my crutches."Come on, I have the memory card, we need to plug it in so you can see it."At that point she had my full attention. I followed her into the living room, where she plugged the card into a reader."As you know, there. She wiggled to get away but was held as if suspended. The crowd roared more and the frenzy continued.She was passed around for not more than five minutes after that. Her only protection was a skimpy tattered remaining fabric of small jean shorts and a bathing suit underneath. The shorts were tugged at relentlessly and they were going to come off. Eventually her remaining "little shorts" were torn right off. All that remained was a small black bathing suit with strings on each side holding it.