Chapter Twenty-Six
“No,” Georgette sobbed, but he had already placed the drooling tip upon her lips.
“Suck it,” he said.
Georgette opened her mouth and took him. He drove forward on stocky legs and the dancers behind, whimpered and sobbed at the sound of her retching. He took hold of the back of her head in his hands and rotated his hips, pushing deeper. Georgette tried to turn her head to one side, struggling for a breath, but the two guards held her firmly by the shoulders and she had no choice but to hold on as best she could. She prayed the man would quickly relieve himself. But he kept at her, f*****g her throat with long direct strokes and causing her to gag painfully. She knotted her fists in the front of his trousers and fought to remain conscious.
He finally came, giving Georg
