There were a few guys in there but that didn't stop Clark.He said, "Here's an empty stall, let's go in."I could see a few of the guys look at me as he...held the door open for me. I nervously walked in and he followed closing the door behind us. I then heard some of the guys saying something then started laughing. I asked, "What about those guys out there?"Clark said "Who cares about them. Don't worry about what other people think. You will probably never see any of them ever again. Just relax. He knelt down before the captive and took his jaw in his hands. The young man turned his face, earning him a brutal slap. The crack echoed through the air. Everything else was silent. His cheek flushed as the man gripped his face tightly, forcing him to look him in the eyes. ‘You,’ he spoke with a voice like steel and gravel, ‘you have the eyes of a storyteller. What stories do you hold inside that skull of yours? Or do I need to slice it open?’ The young man’s eyes went wide. His lips fumbled. She took his cock and began stroking it and feeling it get harder. She rubbed his cock and his balls and now he was moaning and sucking the nipples harder and finger fucking her very hard. She whispered to him "You need to fuck me. I am going to spread my legs further apart and you get on me and push that cock in me and fuck me hard. Fuck me till you fill my cunt with your warm cum." She pulled his pants off and spread her legs and pulled him on top of her and helped him position his cock to. For the past fourteen days she’d grown comfortable with him. And, jeez, when he smiled! When he smiled, her chest felt tight. She liked him, a lot. Actually, she admitted to herself, she had a small crush on him. He was kinda dashing and mysterious and ruggedly cute.Callie studied his face, his brows drawn in concentration. He was all angles and planes, his nose perfectly straight, mouth broad. His chin was angular, cheeks high. She could see his American Indian heritage, his hair so dark,.