”“Stop fucking apologizing,” He said sharply, and my shoulders came up. “That! Why do you keep doing that?! I’ve never hurt you seriously, h...ve I? I’ve never hit you, as you asked. What they hell is your problem? Contrary to popular belief, a relationship like this takes some serious trust. We’ve been doing this for months. Why do you flinch every time I come close?!” He was angry. Like, really angry. He was usually so mellow...“Why are we having this conversation? I’m PMSing, this isn’t going. Dear God, was this turning me on?" Come on baby, lets have our own party" he said softly smiling down at meHe took the back of my head with one his thick hands and pushed my face towards his crotch. I wanted to turn away, I actually could begin to feel myself tremble, but I couldnt. I couldnt move, I couldn't run. I could only comply. My lips lighly kissed the tip of his round thick cock head, it was spongy and soft and the size of a small plum. I liked the texture against my lips, His precum. "He looked at me for a moment and then responded with a strange language. It wasn't English nor did it sound like Spanish. I shook my head gently and pointed at my chest and said, "Say, my name is Sal."He launched into another round of gibberish not seeming to notice my response. I shook my head again and smiled. I pointed at my chest again and said, "Sal. Sal."He seemed to notice that I was not responding to him. He turned away and shouted something to people we couldn't see behind the. Before shecould think to spit it out, the ruffian wound a wider strip of clotharound her head and mouth several times and tied it off. Though Emilyfound herself unable to speak, at least her nose wasn't covered and shewas able to breathe.The talk amongst the men continued in that vein, as the three split upand started performing different tasks. As she was carried outside likea sack of grain, Emily could see one of them start tearing dresses offof the clothing racks and scattering them on the.