49. Poor Thing

*ESME*

Sam can't be denied. All my nerves tightened and both legs felt weak when they hit the floor. Sweat around the face. My lips felt irritated because of the rough kisses he made to me. The narrow room that was supposed to be for throwing away waste became a cramped place to make love.

I put my panties back on and fixed the dress that was open up. Smoothed my hair and took a deep breath. He was also busy putting his still erect cock back into his boxers and had difficulty zipping up his trousers.

"Feel it, if it's pinched I'll laugh," I said and he grinned sarcastically.

"This is all because of you, remember what I said earlier. I'm not kidding," he said. Came out first leaving me to have to re-arrange my face. I haven't had time to ask him about that girl.

My hair was messy from rubbing against the wall and had to be combed slowly with my fingers to make it neat. It would seem strange if I only cleaned clothes but my neat appearance became a mess.

I exhaled tiredly loo