Beard-guy wasted no time, starting to rip Julie's blouse off. She tried to scratch his face and bite his arm, but he slapped her, saying, "Weren't you...listening to what Al said? That goes for you, too. You're going to get fucked no matter what you do, but it's up to you whether you get cut." With that he pulled out a switchblade and flicked it open.Julie gasped and cringed away from him, beaten, nothing but a whimper coming from her. Beard-guy already had her blouse open; now he used the knife. A while later she came out; just wearing a sexy one piece black swim suit and stiletto heels.She walked around and asked Jonathan if he liked her outfit.But Jonathan looked at me and I told him to tell her yes…Then he smiled at Ana and told her the outfit was gorgeous, She thanked him and then went back to the bathroom.Just few moments later she came out wearing a tiny bikini; her boobs were swaying as she walked and her buttocks were about completely exposed with only a string in her ass. If he was leaving, he was not going to be leaving without me, that was for damn sure. “Fine,” he admitted to losing. “But don’t expect me to be in a good mood about it.” ________ The hotel we ended up at was kind of shady but my father was never into spending money when it was not important. I would have been happier with a nicer room, one that did not look like people could have died in it, but it was what it was and I could not complain much about it. If I complained, he would probably just. She knew her place, and it was under this man. She belonged to his cock. She bit her lip, her hands at his waist guiding him faster and harder. Each thrust was now powered by her, pulling him to her harder and harder, their breathing intensifying over each other’s shoulder. Her nipples rubbed at the harsh fabric of his shirt, giving it that rough feeling she liked to make herself feel when she fucked herself late at night and squeezed her own nipples. There was no mistaking what this was. .