I said, “Good morning,” and groaned as I rolled out of bed. Bec didn’t say anything.I said, “Come on, I need to get to the bathroom,” but sh... didn’t seem to notice me.I sighed as I figured out it was going to be one of those mornings. I tugged on Bec’s arm until she rolled over and climbed out of bed. Then she stood there and swayed while she stared off into space.I said, “Come on,” and hooked my arm through hers. Then I steered her out of the room and we went over to the Nurses’ Station.I. The nice hostess takes us to an obviously repaired booth that has a piece of duct tape covering an obvious tear in the seat. Another Hispanic woman appears at our table asking for a drink order. I ask what is good here, telling her that we had never been here before.She recommends the Cuban sandwich. It comes with black beans and yellow rice. However, she also told us that their pork mojito is delightful as well. In addition, they offer the usual fare of steak, ham, and chicken. The manager of. He then grips her hair, not painfully, just so she knows what he wants,, and tilts her head back. With his other hand he grips the base of his cock as it pops out of her mouth. With her head tilted back, her mouth open and wanting, he lightly slaps her lips then her cheeks with his cock. Then he rubs it back and forth across her open lips before shoving it back into her mouth.Her head free once more, she pumps his cock with her mouth with renewed vigour. Cupping and squeezing his balls with one. "Bill," she tells me on the phone, refusing to address me by the proper term she ought to, "I'm not a goddamn lezzy!" I'm so very proud of her!But everything she does, everything she takes like a trooper, every assfucking, mouthfucking, titfucking, every time you see her getting slapped around and called a whore, every time she's gangbanged, every times she meekly accepts the cum on her face, her tits, her hair, her ass, her pubic hair (red, like on her lovely young head) and then begs for.