AJ was astonished himself. As it had never been like this for her, it had never been like this for him either. This 'being careful, ' as he thought of... it, seemed so much more personal.Aloysius Julian Hobbs, for the first time in his life, cared as much, or more about the woman in his arms, as he did for himself. It was as close to being in love as he'd ever been.More was communicated to AJ's brain by her snapping pussy muscles than by her face. One of the whores he'd been with had been. As she had a petite frame, and thin waist, her breasts, even under the baggy peasant blouses that she wore, were prominent. Large, round and firm. She dreaded the visits into town to buy tortillas and vegetables and having to endure the endless stares and leering glances from the male townsfolk.Miguel, who ran the town's only market, was especially dreadful. He smelled like a donkey and made no effort to disguise his obvious lust. When she went to his store he stared openly at her firm breasts. When I came out of the bathroom, he was waiting for me on his couch. He told me to get down on my hands and knees and crawl over to him. If I had been dressed in a man’s clothes I would have never listened, but the inner submissive in me had been released and I could not do anything to resist his demands. When I got over to where he was sitting, he told me to turn around so that he could look at my ass. He made it known that he enjoyed what he saw as he slapped my ass. I could not do anything. I was fucking and sucking like.....well I don’t know like what. But I do know I had never experienced anything like this level of pleasure before. They started talking about me as if I was some nasty slut that done this everyday. Calling me Bitch, slut, whore, and other things they were just putting together in the spur of the moment. At that moment I realized from the conversations that there were more than two of them. Now I was wondering if in fact I was going to get out of there in one.