Instead, I lean against the wallwith my well padded hips. My chest is flaming red above my non-existentbreasts and my cheeks are on fire.Oh my lord, ...hat was delicious. I smile, tracing a finger along my fulllips, smelling my wetness again.When I can walk again, I open the stall and walk out of the bathroom.The man from earlier is standing guard, glaring at any man that comesover to use the bathroom. He looks relieved when he sees me standingthere."Hey," he says. His voice does something. Gabe, please! Beg me, he whispered, sucking lightly on her clitoris. He tugged on it, pulling it into his mouth and suckling. Please, she moaned again. Gabe, I need it! Please let me cum! Not good enough, he said. Fuck me! she gasped. Suck my clit and finger my cunt! Fuck my pussy, Gabe, just do something! Im begging you! Better, he said, and pressed his tongue flat against her clit, pushing her and moving it up and down. He drew it between his teeth and nibbled lightly, stroking his finger. Dark shadows had taken up semi permanent residence under her eyes.The left side of her face was one huge bruise, her lip was split and slightly swollen. She had scratches and bruises running down her right arm from being tossed around in the car. She opened the towel and looked at the huge bruise that wrapped around her side. She was lucky she hadn't broken anything.No wonder Justin thought she should have stayed in the hospital. She looked like the poster child for spousal abuse.She let the. Her body was small but curvy. Her legs were long and lankly, bare feet kicked as she fought for freedom. She had really small breasts. He blushed at the thought. He wouldn’t have noticed since her clothes looked loose but the string wrapped around her made them strain against her dress, her nipples very clearly defined. He tried to reassure her. She was probably in shock. She sounded like she was. She kept saying all this stuff about him setting traps to capture her. She finally stopped.