It was salty but not too bad. I began to wonder how his cum would taste.All of a sudden he reached out and took hold of my huge bulging dick. I looked...up at his face and seen a look of pure lust. I moved in for a kiss and felt his tongue enter my mouth. It was amazing. I moved on top of him as he wrapped his legs around me. I stopped kissing his lips and moved to his neck, slowly moving down his chest, licking and nibbling his nipples. His body jerking as I ran my tongue down his flat, smooth. Without my ornate custom clothing, I was nobody. He raped me like a common piece of trash. In and out he thrust with his cock, over and over as I screamed and cried for the first time since my father’s suicide. They grabbed and pulled my body as if I were a ragdoll, or worse, a commoner. Street whores and rebels deserved this sort of fate, but not me. However, the pieces of shit that violated me over and over that night did not share my same philosophy. Dirt. Whore. Trash. . ' it said. I was packed and waiting for my cab in record time. The cab dropped me off at her apartment, it was in a nice part of town, I was pretty proud of her. She opened the door to me wearing just a towel which she took off once she closed the door behind me."I'm glad you didn't keep me waiting, just put your case here, I'll set up the spare room later." She said then kissed me."This is a nice place Heather." "Told you I saved, it's all paid off too, previous owner sold it to me cheap. "Sighing, she said, "I'll be careful, Tony. I promise. I've been better since Mikhel, not taking as many risks, not taking home guys that are too ... odd." I know how hard it is for you. You were staring at him with longing and he was looking back like he was the hunter and you were the prey and you didn't notice. Abby, he had two ceramic knives on him. Not a pocket knife, not a multi-tool, but killing knives. And he shook you up. I'd feel exactly the same way if it was Ziva, or McGee, or even.