The first thing I really noticed was she had beautiful firm strawberry colored nipples. I don't ever recall seeing that before. Brown, pink, even almo...t white. But never strawberry. They looked delicious!I guess she caught me looking at her breasts because the conversation quickly turned to breasts. She remarked that she was annoyed because earlier in the day she had been talking to a young man that just (supposedly) took a cold can of soda and placed it against her nipple. She said she jumped. I had resigned myself that I was going to have to endure this. "Please put a condom on", I pleaded. "Shut the fuck up, Fag," as he continued to pound my no longer tiny hole."Please, please don’t cum in me" I whimpered under my tears. He paid no attention to me as he continued his assault on my hole. My asshole was burning but I stopped fighting, I told myself to relax and it all would be over soon. He rocked me so hard as he pumped me, I knew my ass would take days to recover and I promised. From. My. Door,’ I said, punctuating each word with a punch on the door. by my free hand. I would count to five in my head with my eyes closed, and if he wasn’t gone- well, he’d see. I took in a deep breath and squeezed my eyes closed tightly. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. My eyes popped open and I looked out the window. He was still there. My body shook with fury and I flung the vase at the door. It hit just below the inset window and shattered into a million tiny fragments. At the same time I. M. They came from all over besides Singapore — Australia, the U.K., the U.S., India, and the Middle East. I was thrilled to work at a bar (and such a cosmopolitan one!) for the first time. The experienced bartender, a Singaporean Indian boy four years my senior, was outspoken, funny and brash, but had a soft smile for me. I responded naturally, almost reflexively, to him, grinning and chatting every time we shared a working shift."You have weird, fairy-tale ideas about sex," he said...He.