We were dripping with sweat and the air in the changing room was thick with the smell of sex. She slithered out from underneath me and sat cross-legge... at my head, dipping her fingers idly into her cunt and licking them clean. ‘Did Trudi ever tell you you’re not an everyday fuck?’ I rolled and stretched. ‘She might have said something about occasional and not regular, but I was being distracted at the time.’ Her lips moved in a secret smile. ‘You’re so fucking intense and focused and …there,. "Why...don't...you...try...to...meet...a...guy....HERE?" Ummmm....because they're all American guys??" Karen answered in the formof a snotty question."Yeah," agreed Rachel. "You're just not that interesting. No offense." None taken," chuckled Travis. "I don't get it though." You will," said Rachel without looking up."What's that supposed to mean?" asked Travis.Karen piped in. "Rach and I, we have higher standards. We want romance,we like smart guys, we like cute guys. You can't really. Still not having said a word in response to your pleas, I finally broke My silence."You asked to be taken & used, a*****ed without a safe word to halt proceedings & now you grovel for release. This is the first time you've truly felt the effect of your actions, but this feeling of helplessness & fear is what you wanted!" Please let me go, I can't take this anymore, I want to go home, I want out!" You can beg all you want, it makes no difference & here the visitors won't care what you say. Make me your whore.”I tried to slip back into character, but seeing the evidence of how I’d already abused her took the steel out of my voice. “Get up.”She rolled her eyes at me and gave me her most annoying, sarcastic, “Like, what?”I growled, grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled. “Get the fuck up.”She yelped, scrambling to her feet. Before she could get her balance, I shoved her hard onto the bed, making her cry out again. I stood over her, trying to look intimidating as I dramatically pulled.