“You have a customer, bitch. I want to hear their reactions. Sex Look at her!” I hear one man shout. I begin moving. It’s going in your ass.” With a tear sliding down my cheek, I grip the base of his prodigious shaft. Let the Russian do his thing.” I think the voice is Chalmers’, but I can’t be sure. The customers seem to like that. I take it, sliding my tongue along each side, before sucking just the tip, then flicking my tongue at its bulbous head. I must suck it. He groans louder now, until I draw off of him with a loud pop, his pre-cum dripping down my chin. I lick my chops. I remember downing a drink from a solo cup, not knowing what was in it, not even caring as dozens of other students from my class celebrated alongside me. When I do come back, I’ll set you free, Raelynn. My fingers pick up the pace as I finger my own clitoris for my anonymous audience’s sadistic viewing pleasure. How many weeks or months has it been? I must take it into my mouth and pleasure it.
