I am hoping she will sober up and shut up once we get in our seats. During the first fight she tells me she needs to go the rest room. She is tall and...is wearing what I would call Stilletto Heel, Stripper boots. She is taller than I am with these boots on. She can barely stand so I have to walk her to the restroom and drop her off at the door. She is in there for 30 minutes. I am standing in the hall waiting on her. I am wearing my UFC Fight Club Tee Shirt. a k** walks up to me and asks if I am. She worked until noon every Saturday even today – her 19th birthday! No one had even said Happy Birthday! Not her dad, not her mother. Her parents wouldn’t even let her have a party. Her friends all had parties! It was so unfair!Straightening her over-size, crooked glasses again, Nirmala sighed looking at the pathetic cupcake with a single candle; a birthday present from the girl on the last shift. After work she had to go home and phone her parents to let them know she was safely home. Then. Please. What do you want?" She shivered not so much from the cold, but from dread. A certain dread that it would soon be her turn. The last 24 hours had been a nightmare. First, the handcuffs, then the humiliating removal of all her clothing, and the final shame of the brutal cavity search by the smiling female guard. The screams of the unknown prisoner had become shriller and more distinct in intensity. "Whack!" "Oh migawd! Stop! I'll do anything." The pattern was unmistakable and. She clung to me with her legs around my waist. I lifted her and started moving towards the bedroom. I fell on the queen size bed and she thrust her groin upwards into my raging 7 inch hard cock. I released my self and moved downwards till I was licking her slightly wet panties. Her thighs were wide open and she was clutching the sheets with her hands, breathing hard and whimpering in heat. I pulled her panties off and attacked her cunt lips with my tongue. She grasped my hair and thrust upwards.