Claire didn’t say anything, just watched me smoke and occasionally exhaled a big puff of foul tobacco into my face. She again skipped my crotch and began kissing up and down my thigh as her hand massaged the other thigh. Porn I ended up standing by the door and waiting while the other girls and token twink at Claire’s laughed and shot me glances that were a mix of amusement, disgust and pity. She caught the bartender’s attention and ordered a double Maker’s on the rocks as she placed her hand on my thigh. Claire moaned and ground down onto my face, her hair feeling like a dish sponge rubbing my nose and cheeks raw. “Eat what?”
My face burned with humiliation but I knew what Claire wanted to hear.
