Becky's body began to sweat. She struggled to make them stop. But they seemed to overpower her somehow. Becky felt the pressure building up in her bod.... Though she resisted them, the fingers that fucked her gave her morbid pleasure. She was loving what they were doing to her somehow. As Jack held her in a long passionate kiss, he struggled to remove his shorts. His manhood popped at a right angle as it came out of the shorts. Once Jack got rid of the shorts, he put his legs on either side of. "This place wasn't at all like what I heard it was supposed to be like," Keri apologized."It's okay," she said with a shrug."You going too?" No. You go ahead," Rachel said, taking a sip from her drink. "I don't want to go home yet." Okay. See you Monday." Okay. Bye."Keri walked away. The place was supposed to be nice but it was a dive. At least half the time they spent at the club was fending off the advances of creepy guys. The place was really only a bar and not a night club. It might have. I'll pick you up when the café closes.Every week, you'll get extra vitamins.? Svetla sat down. ?This is an easy job to do.? She thought. After half a day,she realized how stingy people are. ?I need to get at least a hundred eurosa day. How can I get more money? A thought came to her. ?Why not suck a guy'spenis after he peed? It's not like giving him a blowjob; just like cleaninghis dick.? She reasoned. In broken French she asked five euros from men beforethey entered the toilet. Some men. The face of a woman hangs in your head – not the woman in front of you right now. This face used to inspire you, arouse you, bring you to your knees. But looking at it now, you feel…nothing. No fear, no anger, no desire.It’s just a face.You press yourself into the woman’s chest. Her warmth soothes you.“It’s okay,” she whispers gently while she strokes the back of your head. “You’re okay.”“Thank you,” you say, your voice dry.“Thank you,” she murmurs.Eventually, she pulls herself off of you. As.