.. bastard son-of-a-bitch that really hurt, you asshole... " etc.—before grabbing her wrists and twisting her around so that her arms were behind he... back. I used my belt to secure them there despite her struggles, then spun her again and pressed her back against the wall. She continued to curse me—"... let me go, you son-of-a bitch, get your hands off me... "—as I unbuttoned her coat and reached in with both hands to squeeze her breasts, roughly, through her blouse.She gasped and fell silent,. " Luke looked around. "I didn't think Millie ever decorated for anything." He spied Emma clearing a table and smiled at her. She smiled back, a little shy, and continued putting the dishes in the plastic tub. Sol led the way back to their usual table. Emma came and took their orders, then hurried back to hand them to the cook. Just as Sol was about to complain about waiting, she came back with their coffee. "Sorry." She took a minute to get her breath back. "I don't know why but it was pretty. I knew they had seen the copy of the story from the Rochester paper. It had been cut out and laminated, along with other news stories about JBG and our personal, and was in the pile in the meeting room table.I stopped for a moment and looked around. Across the highway, there was a group of three or four gathered under a street light at one of those foul weather bus stops shelters. The two with me noticed where I had stopped and then realized why.I pointed out more things to look for in this. It was this pocket now showing a spreading wet patch which released the fragrance she was smelling and also its position against her open mouth had now squeezed a little of the milky white fluid on to the tip of her tongue.Sandra froze when she first tasted the thick liquid recognising it as exactly what it was semen. She now felt like the complete whore as she tasted a stranger's cum un aware of how many men were there wanting to fuck her or what they intended to do to her.The journey in the.