We were talking and he persuaded me that I should come and talk to you. I was scared to. I didn’t think you would want to talk to me after I did the...three minute mile getting out of here.’ He smiled slightly at that, which relaxed me a bit, but he was clearly still trying to keep me away and not get any more hurt. ‘I suppose he told you I have been a wreck since you left,’ he said, grimacing. I looked at the floor again. ‘Not exactly. But it made it worse thinking that I had hurt you. He. My thighs. My knees. My ankles. My feet.Her hands were on my hips, guiding me to the cot. Bailey's fingers on my stomach made the muscles quiver. A guy should not quiver, but I was quivering! Smiling, she pushed me into a sitting position. I watched her throw a pillow on the floor. With a knee, she spread my legs. She pushed the pillow between my feet and knelt on it.Bailey didn't say anything. She didn't look at me. Her hand grabbed my dick; it jumped in her hand. I squeezed my ass, trying not. Cheap Chinese food abutted cheap Mexican food abutted cheap Italian food, with two hamburger joints and a Shawarma shop thrown in for good measure. The tables were flimsy Formica, and accompanied by uncomfortable, plastic chairs. I looked around for anyone to have some fun with. A hunky, Black man accompanied by a rather plain-looking, overweight, White woman caught my eye. He deserved better than that dumpy woman. A pair of young women giggled when they saw us, and my eyes appreciated their. He looked at her long, bronzed legs, her tight fitting yet stylish skirt, a perfectly fitted blouse that seemed to caress the supple shape of her full breasts... he was almost salivating. Gabriella could feel the intensity of his stare as he followed her, mentally undressing her. She turned to face him full on and smiled. She couldn't resist it. Her tongue gently traced her lips, her eyes drifted over the handsome man that seemed so enchanted by her. He was tall, at least six foot five, and had.