Telling her drove the last nail into the coffin of our friendship, but I had no other confidants then. Mom and I were fighting and I was so isolated f...om everyone else after quitting my job. He was the person I was closest to, and he’d made it abundantly clear that further discussion on this topic was unwelcome. Each of the women were called back in turn, and I had no idea what was next. I knew very few people who’d been party to an abortion (most of whom were guys anyway) and not one who’d. Her lungs were rising and falling, less steadily now, her body responding where her mind was not yet awake. The back of his hand now neatly lay in the big curve of her waist between torso and hips, her nightdress now a hindrance. He followed that curve down to where her large thighs joined her hip, and the palm of his hand took over, still flat against her body, creeping over the top between the swell of her stomach and the smaller swell of her most sacred protection. In a sudden burst of. She started wailing again. I was becoming annoyed. I waited some more."Well?" I said."Just an occasional handjob. Maybe a blow job or two," she said, and she said it so quietly I think she was hoping I wouldn't hear it. If so, she was about to be disappointed."You mindless fucking whore! You're fucking crazy," I said. "Stop the car." Huh?" she said."Stop the fucking car, damn it!" She did, I got out, grabbed my bag, and started walking. It was twenty miles in the heat of the day, but I was. Though, in this one Lindsay was standing up, with her hands on the counter. Clamps, connected with a chain, were locked around her nipples. Her face was clenched up in pain. Her girlfriend was behind her, ramming into her slowly while recording over her shoulder.“Yeah bitch, give Mama your ass. Give it to me!” She called out, thrusting forward.“Wow that’s hot!” Cassie exclaimed, her eyes opening wider.The chain bounced around in a rhythmic pattern as the girl continued to bang Lindsay. Despite.