There was a tinkling sound and then the toilet flushed. Damn. I guessed even angels had to pee sometimes. I showered as slowly as possible, luxuriatin... in the hot water, then unbraided my hair and used her shampoo and conditioner. When I got out I noticed there were no towels. Crap. My clothes were damp enough already, and I didn’t want to put them back on while I was wet. I opened the door a crack and peeked out. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her long legs crossed, one foot swinging. I was glad that no one was in the bathroom since it was late at night and it makes me nervous if anyone is in there. I relieved myself and as I was walking from the urinal to the sink I heard the door open and a man walked in. It rattled me a little. As he passed we nodded to each other. He was a large man, about six feet two, probably in his thirties and from the way he was dressed, in jeans and field coat with baseball cap, he looked like one of the truckers out front. For a moment our eyes. Ok, not forever, but it felt like one fuck of a long time. I was just beginning to bring my pleasure overloaded brain around to wondering if I should be worried when she pulled back. She gave a loud gasp as she breathed in, took another couple of breaths and then plunged back down.She looked up at me and started to pull on my backside: quick, jerking motions. She wanted me to fuck her mouth. I wasn't really sure about that, my brain was kind of point blank refusing to believe that she could. Now before Icontinue know that thoughthings changed eventually, Buckhad always comforted me whensobbing away, or hurt from thatdays beatings. So though thingseventually turned I believe withall my heart his was always in theright place.The day things changed hadbeen a rough one. My fatherdrunk as usual was unfortunatelynot drunk enough. What startedout as one of his usual ravings,quickly as was often the caseended up with his cock in mymouth and even at this youngage had learned not to.