She hid her phone behind the sink. “You think I’m a fucking retard,” he laughed, “I know you’re finances like the back of my fucking hand. xxx And one of his hands kept touching her ass; the fingers very lightly brushing the crack so she could hardly tell if Casey meant it or not. “Throw me your phone!” He demanded. She just wanted to go home. For a moment he had been thinking about telling her to wait there, bent over, legs spread, while he took the call. “Come on, darlin’!” He shouted, “arch your back. She cried. and you… “Keep it up, baby,” he said, “give me a handjob.”
Amy knew he’d hit her if she stopped. “Jack,” she whispered, “I’ve got to go.”
“What?” Jack sounded frantic,
“I’m hanging up.”
She did. Hoping




















