It tasted different than normal, probably because of Courtney, but I still enjoyed it immensely. Maybe I was just too turned on to care what it tasted...like. Mr. Chapman moaned as my tongue played over his shaft, lapping up the juices and cleaning him off.“You girls,” he panted, “you girls are something else…”I finished swallowing the mixture and licked my lips clean then patted his thigh as a signal for Jasmine to hop on. She hesitated, but ultimately grinned and crawled on top of him. I don’t. ‘They asked me for descriptions,’she croaked. Brandon figured the ‘they’ here meant either the court or the police, or both. ‘What did they want me to describe? How I’d be seized by the hair and wrenched up in the air, kicked in the stomach, and thrown against the wall? How I’d curl up in a ball under the bed trying to protect myself, crying and begging to be left alone? How I had difficulty keeping clothes on because the wounds hurt everywhere? Or—’ ‘Izzi.’ He couldn’t hear anymore. Her scars. You did that on your own."Unable to wrench my right hand away I started hitting him with my left until he let go of me. I got up off the couch to leave but he grabbed onto the back of my pants and pulled me back onto the couch."I didn't mean it like that, dude. Just listen to me okay?" He spoke quickly."I'm not gay!" I yelled at him.He laughed. "Fuck dude, I told you to do that shit, which means if you're gay I'm even gayer and I nail five different bitches a week, remember? That makes you. I had seen him at other builder’s sites and driving around the neighborhoods I worked in from time to time. I had hired him several times, but each time he would come to do the estimate, turn it in to my brother, and send his foreman to oversee the job. Every time he showed up on the job, he would check in with one of my brothers, go speak to his men, nod at me briefly, and drive away. Maybe he was just one of those guys who thought women had no place in this business. It shouldn’t have.