Nora knelt before the burly older man, wearing her torn white blouse – from which her breasts were spilling out – her black leather trousers and her knee-high, high-heeled leather boots with red soles, and sucked on his hairy testicles with her red lips. She wept incessantly as she did so and was visibly struggling not to vomit. The man gently held her head and praised her. “You’re doing well, sweetheart. Yes, take him all the way into your mouth. Yes. I like that!”