Before he could answer she pushed the door opened and walked over to his bed. "What is it? Don't act that way, you've seen my tits before. So what are... you upset about?" He shook his head as his eyes closed tight as he pulled a pillow over his face. 'Damn why did she have to be so damn sexy? Why couldn't I just ignore her?' He thought to his self. "Come on.... Tell me please?" She said placing her hand on his chest. The way she felt against him made him whimper slightly into the pillow as he. Dave pulled out and fell on his ass. “Thank you, thank you,” he roared, laughing joyously with release. George giggled, “Wasn’t it good? I told you it was good!” I remained sagged over the wall, legs spread, unable to move. “You okay?” Dave asked. Maybe he thought he had fucked me to death. If so, he would be almost right. I felt like I had nearly drowned. I released the air he had pumped into me in a long, gurgling fart, sending both of them into a fit of laughter. I trembled as little waves. Looking up, it seemed my new friend had noticed this too. Embarrassed, he tore his eyes away from my sodden bust and introduced himself as Max. We pulled up some bar stools, drank and chatted, getting to know more about each other. He told me that he was 30, a local businessman on a night out after work. I explained that I was English and had moved to Belgium looking for new adventures. As the drinks flowed, it became more obvious that we were interested in more than a friendly chat. Max spoke. I understood now. She was getting smacked around."Are you okay? Did Jake do this to you?" I asked, concerned she may be hurt. She said she was fine, but paused, glancing down at her feet, before nodding again. Fucking Jake. I shook my head. At least she was here. That was the first step for her.We walked into the bathroom, to wash away the dirt and grit.I watched as, unconcerned with my presence, she undressed. She stretched her back, and I fought to suppress a moan as her breasts pushed.