I said, "I'm Jack Hitchcock--Tommie's husband."His eyes widened and he kind of shrank back away from me, almost involuntarily, though he was considera...bly bigger than I was. His companion looked at him in alarm and said, "what is it, baby? You want me to have them throw this guy out of here?"I quickly said, "I'm just here to talk. I don't want any trouble. Can we speak for a minute or two?"Harrington nodded, looking unhappy, and I pulled a chair up to the booth and sat down."I know what you want. “Swallow it you stupid fucking filthy trash street whore!” a voice yelled at me. I tried to swallow but it was too much. Most of it came back out of my mouth and on my tits and belly. When everyone had empty bladders the dropped me and left the room. I was on the floor, totally exhausted of the many orgasms and beatings. It took a long time until I was able to get up. I sat on the floor catching my breathe when again my head was pulled back and a cock was shoved down my throat. I was so. " You deserve a better agent than me or Damien, then." I want you to represent me, Marcos. Do you think you can at least help me maintain what Damien and I built? I'm enjoying where I'm at, true, but I'm willing to go back to the way things were if it means liking myself again." Damn girl, what did he do to you? Are you all right?" Marcos looked into my eyes, trying to see what sordid things I was hinting at.I gave away nothing.Marcos had dated me, so he certainly knew something about my love. It'll be fine."We went up to the side door and I tapped on it. I heard footsteps and then Jack pulled it open..."Can we come in and watch?" Sure. Just stay back there out of the way and be quiet."I looked at Daddy and he shook his head. I reached out and grabbed his sleeve and pulled him inside. I shut the door, then pointed towards the garage door. We walked over there and I pulled out a couple of plastic milk cases that were against the wall. We both sat and watched.The winter mountain scene.