He told me to come around the counter and sit down. As I came around, I saw that we was sitting on a chair with no pants on and his dick hanging out. ...e told me to suck his cock and if anyone came in to just keep sucking. I was nervous but excited about maybe getting caught. I sat down and began sucking. He started to get hard as I sucked up and down his shaft. I licked and sucked until he grabbed my head and began fucking my face. After a few more minutes, he erupted down my throat. I kept. Someone else enters me from behind and again I find a cock to pleasure with my mouth. I stroke your cock while the others have their way with me…. There’s moans and groans and growls all around me, and I respond in kind…sometimes a throaty moan, sometimes a wimper, sometimes begging to be fucked… and again I get lost in the moment…I’m aware that the guys are all changing positions but I don’t know who’s fucking me, who I’m sucking on, who’s touching me where. It’s literally a fuck fest with. I went off to hunt up dinner.I was brought up short, later, in my reading of Book II at a passage where Bridget tells Colin that:"I'm not beautiful. I don't come up in the least to the artist's standard. My measurements are wrong. I'm too small."To which Colin responds: "That's rot."Only a few weeks ago Winnie had told me that she was too small. I didn't think she was "beautiful," but I certainly thought she was nice-looking. Not a film star. But who'd want to be with a film star? I was still. It was a sensation that only made him want to try harder. “Do you relate to the character?” he attempted to joke.She shrugged. “A bit.”Phil waited for her to elaborate, but it was clear that wasn’t going to happen. “How?”“She’s a shut-in like me.”“A shut-in? You mean like shy?”She put the book down. “I’m not shy. I’m introverted. I’m fine having this conversation and I’m fine being myself in front of you. I just like being alone.”A beat of silence followed. “Am I intruding?” Phil asked,.