Anything could happen now, dazzled, alone on this floor in this restroom with this strong aggressive man. XXX “Aren’t you a filthy mess, you little whore,” he says scornfully. I try to say something smart back in return, but “don’t burn yourself on my candle” comes out “mwof ber gypsofff of of comefo.”
“You know baby, you talk too much,” I hear Mr. He’s pushing my head, still gently, closer and closer to his dick and suddenly I panic. I’m glad I contract and can set my own hours, more or less. Nothing. That turns him on even more, and he presses my head deep into his crotch despite my frantic attempts to breathe. From my vantage point on the floor, he looks like a giant, his huge legs spread, arms on
