I lived in a security building, but I still didn’t feel safe there. Then he became angry. I screamed even with the gag in my mouth. I reversed my schedule. After about ten days of
this I grew tired. “Oh you’re so wet for me.” He was fantasizing the oil was me! He told me not to move. He was moving in and out of me,
fucking me hard and fast. Then he moved his head down and began biting my nipples,
first one than the other, until they were raw. I looked around and didn’t see anyone except
the cashier. Then one night he
called and told me not to hang up, to hear him out. Telling me I couldn’t hide. Then back to my ass. He accepted it and wished me well. Clean up, clean up, clean up. Second, I didn’t want to admit I had made a mistake moving so far away.
