As the anesthesia wore off, my field of vision began to increase. As the darkness of the room slowly gave way to light, I became aware of someone else...in the room. It was Nancy. My initial reaction was that I did not want her to see me like this, all broken and bloodied. I was ashamed of what I had done to myself. I suddenly tried to move, as if to get up, but the sudden pain held me in check, the grimace on my face no doubt revealing my suffering. Nancy called the nurse and she came in with a. Do I really crave psychological abuse? Do I have low self-esteem? I don't think so. But there is the question of economic survival. I needed money to keep going, which was certain enough. But how many feminists did I cause to roll over in their graves as I came on one cock after another and still ended up wanting more?More to the point she realized she'd thoroughly enjoyed her night with the boys. And yet tonight she had another date with her middle-aged client who'd called her a slut as she. ”“Good…” Stacy replied softly, “She was super into me while you were away, always trying to get me to come home with her,” she blushed, “It was weird, she’s old enough to be my mom.”“I know I know, come on,” Willow whispered, ushering her into her own bedroom and towards a double bed in the corner, flicking on a light.“Okay,” Willow said, grinning, “Let's get you ready, then I'll go make sure my mom's definitely sleeping, then you can suck my cock like a good little girlfriend?” Stacy blushed. I stepped aside, to allow him to go by me, giving him a chance to rush me again if he wanted to. He walked by without trying anything."I'm going to go see Vellie, to tell her its over." You get back to work. I told you I was going to go talk to her. She'll know its over. If it ever starts up again, I'll make you regret it, I swear. You might get away with it this time, but you'd never get away with a next time." I don't want to work for you anymore, Kenny. Just let me quit. We'll make up.