Avis looked up at him again, "He loves it when I am a whore for cock" she said. With that he proceeded to slap her face several times, "You fucking wh...ore" "You like that" he asked. "Oh yes master" she cried, "I love it" as he slapped her more. Now the second man grabbed her hair, turned her head towards him, "Suck my cock you fucking whore" he ordered and into her mouth went his cock as she now sucked him hard and fast. He moved her head slightly, putting his cock into her cheek and started. It was very embarrassing for me to talk about it but she was very inquisitive. One night when we were having a conversation, she brought the subject up again and asked how long it had been since I’d seen my boyfriend. I told her the truth about Alan, and that we were no longer together, but didn’t give out any more details, nor did I tell her about my relationship with Emma. ‘Oh so it’s been a few weeks for you then?’ she said, I just nodded my head. Now getting closer to me and lowering her. They had been on the road for five days now and most of the men were at peak efficiency for the long march. They were accustomed to the mud, rain, and filth after five days of trudging through it and they were well acclimated to the cold and sleeping outside. Unlike on previous marches, Bracken was allowing them to stick to the Interstate as much as they could. With the numbers that they had for this mission he did not fear being on a predictable route as he once had. It seemed unlikely at best. "What?" "Tell you what," he said as he moved to a dressing room in the back I hadn't noticed before, "why don't you try it out?" He was looking at me like he knew I'd say no. As if he knew I would leave the store with nothing but those thongs. I looked at him, gripped the dildo in my hand and walked into the room. He looked smug as I closed the curtains, sure that I would back out. As soon as the curtains sealed me off from him, I leaned against the wall. I could do this. After all, I did.