"Fuck! I told you I'd think about it. What the fuck else do you want me to do! Shit!" Art threw up his hands in frustration."I want you to think about...it Art. That's all. Just think about it like you said you would." Louie ignored Art's angry tone.Karen had arrived in the town of McNeil several day's before Art and Louie. Like them, she couldn't find any lodging either and was forced to stay at a hotel several miles away in a larger town called Fayetteville. She made one attempt at renting a. I looked back to gage his reaction.“No,” he slowly replied. “They look very nice on you.”“My boyfriend says they are provocative,” I said, spinning around and facing him.“No,” he replied, “I wouldn’t call then ‘provocative’.”I slipped back on to the bar stool, spreading my legs as far apart as I could, and slipping my fingers along the inside edge of my shorts next to my crotch.“Would this be provocative?” I asked.“Yes,” he replied, his eyes glued to my crotch, “that would be classified as. His strong hands rubbed my shoulders. I could feel his breath on my neck. Feeling the moisture of his soft lips on my neck my knees began to quiver and my pussy moistened. He wrapped the scarf around my eyes tying it tightly around my head. I couldn’t see a thing through the dark scarf, not even shadows. Taking two fingers he placed them around my jaw, opening my mouth wide. Something limp and soft entered my mouth. He slapped it around gently. Moving my tongue around I licked and sucked the. Kneeling down in front of her he asked over his shoulder, ‘Where was she staying before here?’ ‘With some guy…he threw her out…I guess he couldn’t cope either…’ ‘Where’s her stuff?’ ‘Over there. I’ve packed everything in her bag. Can you take her?’ Standing back up he nodded, ‘OK….Call a cab…I’ll take her back to my place….get me a strong cup of black coffee and a wet flannel and towel.’ It had started again. He bent down and picking her up gently asked her, ‘Suzanne….can you hear me?…It’s.