.I probably will be arrested or something . I was really feeling like I was in deep shit. I decided if anyone was to ask I would deny anything . I cal...ed myself down and continued with my shopping.About 5 mins later I was picking some canned soup off the shelf and I saw her again . This time she walked in my direction , no one around I stood there and pretended I didnt know her just incase some secruity or someone watching. She came up to me and said " Can you still help me ? "My brain was. I blew his cock for a goodfive minutes before he pulled away. He whispered through the hole to me."Hey bitch, you want me to come over there and mouth fuck you dontcha." Ididn't say anything so he continued. "You know you want me to fuck thatslut cunt face of yours til my cum shoots into your throat and I take itout and spray it all over your face." I normally don't let anyone into my booth but his cock and dirty talk hadmade me really hot so I told him to come over. I heard his door open andI. Times like I love dancing -- my hand -- more than sex -- creeping down-- the flashing lights -- to her pants -- the sweat-- and slipping -- the smoke lingering in the air -- past her panties -- the heat of your partner -- one finger -- the swaying bodies around you -- crawling past the hair -- the hypnotic beat -- and sliding along her crack -- and then the pace of your dancing slows -- her head turning to mine -- and eventually stops -- with her eyes closed -- and you find yourself holding her. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, this is was the flogger, kissing me, bitting me, forcing more muffled sounds and a few tears. He let my hands go, but told me to lay like I was. Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, these marked the lattice pattern he was now leaving on my back. He leaned down, whispered in my ear, “good girl,” now your back matches your legs and thighs. It’s very pretty, the bruises, are intoxicating against.