She could hear them. Not all would hide. Some were friendly and would approach her. Others were dangerous.Andrea learned that she had something the ot...er women here didn’t. It wasn’t just her gorgeous cock that kept slipping out of her panties. It was a sort of power that she had over the others if she wanted to use it. She would usually use it against the violent naked ones that tried to strip, bind and fuck her in the street. She had to be on guard all the time.She knew she was an object of. I'd hold her head against my chest while she slept and kiss her forehead, my hand just big enough to hold the length of her head, brushing her hair behind her ear.Sometimes when she was really down, some sort of body/face dysmorphia, I'd set her down in front of a body mirror, take her hands into mine, wrap my arms and hers around her, hold her tight with her hands tucked under her chin with mine holding them together and make her say at least five nice things about herself, including that she. She looked at me with that beautiful smirky smile with two dimples in her cheeks and said "lie down and I will give you a massage just as good as the one you gave me". I lay down and she gave me a massage from the top of my head to my toes. She did not massage my cheeks through my briefs but I was so horny it did not matter. This had been going on now for a few years but I was always to shy to ask for the massage. I was thinking hard about the possibility, trying to form the question in my mind. You'll be the best cunt sucker in this town. I might even let my friends borrow that mouth of yours. Just imagine my little straight girl Kelly being prostituted out as a cunt sucker to all the lesbians in town. Won't that be nice, bitch?" Victoria said. "Yes," I said with tears in my eyes. "Tell me you would love it slut," she said."I would love to be prostituted out as your cunt sucking whore to all the lesbians in town," I said. "Yeah, I bet you would. And every time you did you would come.