He pressed his body harder against the stall wall as she slowly slide her mouth as far down on him as she could before her nose was pressed up against... the wall, then slowly back out. Her mouth was wet, almost drooling for cock and she slid him back in her mouth again. His small, hairy balls were through the stall wall now and she reached out, rubbing them gently as she continued to caress his shaft with her soft lips. She could hear the sink in the bathroom running as the other man who had come. Why couldn't she have been like everyone else... afraid of me, disdainful of me? Why did she have to keep thinking there was something special in me? Why did she have to make me feel like I was worth something? It only made it harder when I realised I wasn't – when I did stupid shit like this. I kicked at an empty can on the sidewalk, sending it skittering over the pavement.I shoved my hands deep in the pockets of my hoodie, my body aching. Why couldn't I just be normal? Why couldn't I stop. “Oh Miss Morgan,” I cried. She squeezed me when we heard a knock on the door. We both froze, my heart pounded like crazy. We held each other and tried to keep quiet. Miss Morgan lifted my shirt and put her hand on my tummy though. I gasped quietly as she pressed down firmly on my stomach. I felt a warmth growing rapidly within me. I looked up at her, begging her to stop. She was going to make me moan very loudly. She began to tickle me as the person outside the door knocked again. I started to. Of course once Sally shivered wildly then suddenly went limp, he knew it was time to pull Rachel’s hands away from the woman’s throat. As far as Rachel was concerned Sunday night had not been so bad, until Sally regained consciousness. She had a happy evil smile a mile wide. “That was great baby slut, but you went too far, baby has been a bad girl, and now you need to be punished.” Rachel looked worried, the energy from her anger spent. “I hope you enjoyed hurting me, because now mommy and.