There was no question during the ordeal that Ben was firmly in charge of the situation. He kept several other men away. Only the saxophone player f****d her now. Someone pawed her hair, another man stroked her bowed back; there were hands lovingly, aggressively all over her. But once the sax player finished, Ben at last stepped up and they all backed off. Dana went limp across the table, looking awkwardly splayed out with her p***y dripping a stream of c*m on the Formica table. He wiped her with a couple of napkins, then picked her up in his arms, carrying her like a baby from the bar into the cool night air. His car was just two blocks down the street and once she was safely inside, she snuggled her nakedness against his warm body and, feigning sleep, remained that way all the way back to
