Seriously. too many men even asked me to go 'inside'. i was like wtf u mean inside wt hell? go wash ur dirty bum first then ask me that weird n offend...ed question. it smells n not in a sexy way!so theres a day my customer was a regular n a creepy one(i was been told later that day). but he looked good, blonde, well fit n pretty chatty. i thought he was nice till he popped the ass question. i was so disappointed of him. but he really was a good looking guy so i thought... fine wt hell, he asked. Finally, I managed to push him away again, my fingers brushing his nipples as I did so. “Dude stop it. Come on man, quit.”But he didn’t. He pulled me in again, more forcefully this time, and dragged my face close to his. He slapped me, hard.“Quit resisting,” he said softly, and kissed me again.I didn’t wanna get hit again, so I didn’t push him away. I hoped it I just let him kiss, he’d leave me alone after a few seconds. His tongue started rubbing against my lips again, then he forced it. The onlookers booed their disapproval. Katie could tell the corner of the room was very dark in front of her. Big hands reached around her narrow hips and scooted her gently forward on the leather seat, until she sat on the very edge. I didnt get a chance to clean you up earlier, a low voice whispered in Katies ear. Be a good little girl, and let your brother suck out your messy pussy. The girl involuntarily quivered. Her eyes were closed under the black blindfold. She forgot the raucous crowd. I decided that the time had come. I withdrew my fingers and formed a pyramid with four fingers and the thumb tucked below them. I started in with the tips, slowly, allowing the flesh to expand to allow entry. When I was inside past the second knuckle, the progress stopped, the tightness not allowing further penetration. I waited, knowing that it was a reflex action of contraction. Gradually the muscle relaxed and I was able to push in a little further. My hands are small and this was not an.