Sometimes she wished he would just bypass this part and ram his meat down her throat. She often did a poor job, so it would displease him and he would...get aggressive and pump her. ‘Whore you not doing a good job, this is a demonstration remember. And I will fucking punish you if need be,’ I hissed and spat in her face and moved her over to the mattress. I slid my length back inside her throat, feeling some resistance and then I rammed it back in and started pumping mercilessly. She started. She leaves and sneaks down a creepy hallway. Getting lost she winds up at an employees only bathroom and walks in the women's. Much cleaner. She sits down on a nice toilet and breathes in and out. To her left is another stall, to her right is a tile wall.I'm enjoying the concert a lot but need a break from the people. It's getting really hot and sweaty, the air is giving me a headache so I slip through the crowd and head out of the concert hall. I wander down the hall to the men's restroom. I. This was all his fault. If my magic powers had been working properly, he would have shrivelled up and turned to dust under the power of my glare. Sadly, my magic powers didn’t seem to be working. He stood there – watching – trying to figure out what was going on. If he asked what we were doing, I was going to scream.I whispered in Melissa’s ear, careful to make sure no one else could hear me.“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I was so caught up in my own life that I didn’t notice how bad yours is. I’ll. ..is it really you, my child?" Its me Mama. I saw a great man, a prophet, the one they call Jesus, andhe healed me. Is Papa home?" Not yet. He has been at meetings with the other Pharisees all day." I will come back then later." You could...you could come in, and wait. I ... I have missed you.And...and I a so sorry that I let your father kick you out."She said "I will talk about it when Papa comes home." , and went inside.The silence was awkward, and she wondered to herself how long she.