I stood there in a daze until the coffee was ready and poured a cup. Sitting at the table, I held the cup with my finger through the handle and shifte...d it from side to side on the saucer. Many thoughts flooded my mind and when I finally lifted the cup to my lips and took a drink I spit it back into the cup. It was cold!I left the full cup crookedly placed on the saucer and went into the living room, plopping down on the couch. With my elbows digging into my knees, I cradled my face in my hands. I have shame and tact and don't like to be treated like a little harlot. I hurt and cried about missing you this afternoon, but not to be treated like this." I said spinning back around and looking the other way on the bench noticing the attention I drew from others, but I didn't care; he made me feel cheap.Phineas was speechless. He had absolutely no defense. He got up from his side of the bench and came around and stood in front of me to squat down."I'm so sorry Lucille; I really thought you. At the toilet he stuff your face to the rime of the toilet bowl, and yells at you to lick it. You hesitate, and he sees it, so he picks you up and spits in your face, slap you, and then spits on the rim, and yells at you to lick it up.This time you do not hesitate a sec, and you stick your tongue out, and start to lick his spit of the rim, and the rest of the rim.He looks at you and says "that's better cunt"He puts down the toilet seat, and sits on it and put his legs and spread the to the. He kept his finger inside me until I stopped shaking.I slowly started to return to my senses and could stand on my own. My fingers still gripped his hair tightly and I released my grasp. My breathing was gradually returning to normal. He pulled his finger out of me smoothly and put it in his mouth. I looked down at him and he stared into my eyes as he sucked my juices off and pulled his finger out of his mouth with a grin. I could feel the air on the fluid between my legs and knew I was still.