This guy gets up and comes over to sit right behind me. He leans forward and whispers to me that his dick is bigger than the one on the guy on the scr...en. This makes me smile because the one on the screen is impressive. He tells me to turn around so i do and he’s got his pants undone and has his cock out and it’s pretty big. I look back at the screen and then back at the guy’s and it really is bigger than the one on the screen. He tells me to touch it so i reach out and start rubbing my thumb. " He examined one elegant hand for a minute then looked me over. "I am quiet aware of why you are here miss Alina. Your boss gave me strict instructions on how to handle you and also explained there are certain days you may not be available..." I nodded. "Yup...sounds about right". "However..." I glanced back at him. He was leaning across the table, red eyes gleaming. "Considering the funds for my bars repair were...idly given to me by a private insurance company carrying you...I find I can. Her movements helped with the uncaring display her body to anyone, everyone, and no one, feeling she had nothing to hide and hid nothing. Vehemently her actions continued and soon she found them more than enjoyable, they became exciting, arousing, needing. She threw herself to the floor, spreadeagled, then slowly pulled her upper body back causing her hips to rise, supported by her knees, felt the parting of her ass cheeks knowing this would cause her vagina to slowly open in display to. Amy coughed and sputtered as cum erupted from her throat and nose as Amy sat gasping for breath. “Alright, lick it up you dirty fucking whore!” Brandon said, kicking her over onto the floor. Amy instinctively caught herself, on her forearms subluxing her shoulder immediately. Amy cried out in pain. Brandon kicked her in the stomach as she laid on the floor. She could barely protect herself, using her arms to absorb the kicks, protecting her broken ribs. “You gonna be a good little whore.