There are a lot of them. His face is against mine, I can feel his breath against my cheek, his eyes are looking into mine, searching … Xxnx I hear him chuckling as he moves his hand lower down my body and I know where his next stop will be and I can’t move and can’t prevent it – I am spread wide open for my owner, and he reaches my panty. At first I don’t realize what he has done but then he shows me the cigarette between his fingers. He throws me over his shoulder and starts walking in the direction of the voices. They handle me as if I am a thing, not person who can feel.
