I rubbed it around and licked most of it off of my fingers for him.thats when the fun really started though. the store owner locked the door and got h...s camera. my husbands cock was rock hard watching me on the floor of that adult store and being a good lil slut. the store owner went in the back and came back out a minute later with about 8 guys. 5 of them were black and packing about 8-11 inches each. 2 were puerto rican and packing about 7-9 inches. and the white guy that was there had a. Beautiful.And strong.I could do this.I had to do this.I went back to the classroom, and found a bizarre scene. It looked likea frozen tableau of just after ... what had happened to me. My youngerself was back in her male clothes, and the teacher was in the act ofunlocking the door.I looked at my younger self, and had this urge to take this poor childinto my arms, and tell her how sorry I was that this horrible thing hadhappened to her. Then I turned to this ... person who had takensomething. She cries at night when she has her first normal period in months. It’s heavy and draining, but it is hers. That night, she begins to trust her own thoughts again.It isn’t that she isn’t still attracted to him. In her own fucked up way, she feels a pull towards him. There is a magnetism about him that she can’t deny, but the absolute awe she felt from before is gone. Her heart swings from terror to curiosity, back to horror, and through confusion. But she only shows him what he wants to see.. A few minutes later my sister came to my room crying, begging me not to tell my parents. It would “ruin her relationship and my parents would think she was a slut”. I knew this was true, but saw no other option. I had to tell. She pleaded, telling me she’d do “anything”. Hmmm…..anything, I thought. No, I can’t have those feelings. Her crying worked and that night as I thought about telling my mom I decided against it. I told myself I would just forget about it and use the incident as.