With her head down between her legs she saw the both her pantiesfall to the table as well as the lustful faces of the men as her pussy wasexposed to t...em. She could feel the cool air on her pussy as her pussy lipswere spread slightly from the spread of her legs. She knew that this was thereason that her father liked her legs to be spread so much, he always saidthat when her pussy lips were spread on their own that they were begging forhim to put his cock inside of her. She looked back between. Sounds from without. Piss. Spitting into the urinal and her on her knees with my cock embedded in her mouth like a cheap prossie. Then the door clunked shut as he exited" Fuck, that was close. " she hissed after spitting my cock out. " Did I say you could stop ? I'm not interested in a debrief about how we nearly got caught. Get back on it and get busy, girl. "I leaned back against the opposite wall, to the right of the toilet and she shuffled up towards me on her knees, her jeans still open. I. Her job, her life. She worried about the pain, the humiliation and degradation. Would she even be the same person any more, if? she was his what? Slave? Would she give up her freedom, even herself for what?? Just to be his sex slave, an object he could do with and form as he pleased. That did not sound very much like the romantic notion she had had about her dream man when growing up. The thought of agreeing to this was disgusting to her, it nauseated her to her very core. But above it all, she. Anguished. Beside herself. I’m not quite sure of the order of events, but I think they made love, she told him about her history and about me, and he told her she couldn’t see me ever again, even as a friend. They had an argument of some kind and she had him bring her home. She’s been on her bed crying since late Saturday afternoon.”“Jesus,” Kurt breathed, shaking his head.“Yeah,” I sighed.“She had you for the asking, pushed you away to Jessica, and now she believes that she has nothing!” Kara.