Peering inside the room, she found a straw-haired, bespectacled man examining some tools he had laid out on a tray. She knocked lightly on the door to... draw the man's attention. The orthodontist spun around immediately and peered at Ren over his spectacles. There was a moment of hesitation before his wide face split into a grin, which, combined with the pair of magnifying lenses attached to the bridge of his glasses, gave the man an air of comic amiability. It gave Ren a sense of reassurance,. .. ' I didn't know what to do except try and cover up , Bruce's cousin looked at him and said what made my whole body tremble ' ... boy you didn't know how to fuck a real bitch till I showed you, now I'm gonna show you how to fuck a fake bitch ... 'His cousin dropped me to the floor, I tried to move away only to have him step on my hand and hold me down while he undid his pants. I could smell the whiskey on his breath and assumed that he had heard Bruce and I in the living room. He must have. There's something about winter nights that can be almost exhilarating. The way the cold air can be so crystal clear, the way the snow hides the grime of the city beneath a blanket of white, the way sounds seem to travel for miles. Even though it was almost three in the morning and I had been working since noon, I felt awake and alive; the beauty of the empty streets giving me hope that tomorrow would be better. You see so much ugliness in this job that it's easy to become jaded, hard, to see. The drive home was agony. Knowing that there were all kinds of fun new toys in the back and I couldn’t play with them yet. You put your hand on my leg and rubbed it, knowing that you were driving me crazy. You pushed your hand farther and farther up my skirt softly grazing the swollen lips of my dripping cunt. Seeing how wet I was you couldn’t help but tease me more. You pushed two fingers in me and began fucking them in and out of me. I turned to lay my back against the door so you could have.