The two blonde dancers in cowgirl outfits were straddling rocking horses with enormous black dildos emerging from the saddles and sliding effortlessly...into the moist cunts. Each time they rocked forwards the dildos slipped out and then were rammed home as they rocked backwards. The audience of nearly naked boys and girls applauded loudly each time a dancer winced from the intrusion between their legs. Two male dancers, just wearing satin shorts, appeared behind the girls, pulling on their tails. "A few months later my dad came in my room and got on top of me. He said "Since I was giving it away, I could give some to him." He wasn't even drinking. He just raped me." Kassidi buried her hands in her face. "When I tried to tell my mom she slapped me and called me a liar. The next thing I know I was in the streets. I met Brian a few weeks later." You know, it's not safe for you to stay with him. If he is as bad as you say, he'll kill you." I know. That's what I'm afraid of. But, I don't. She was so cute, with her almost naked body stretched out for me to see. Her arms were above her head on top of a halo of hair. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was cracked open. I could see the outline of her tiny pussy through her frilly white panties. I wanted to fuck her right then, but then her eyes cracked open and I snapped out of my daze. I continued with my task, putting on her thin cotton shirt and pants. I pulled the blankets over her and bent over her face. I meant, at least I. But I wasn't really fat either. The best descriptor would be slim. I must stand there for about half an hour, depression rising. "This isn't me. It just isn't."My eyes start to mist as I take a final look at masculine me. A sheet from my bed soon obscures it. I pad into the hallway. My hand scrambles across the top of the door until my slender fingers stumble into the key for my sisters room. She had left for University last year but her room just sat there. Not a single thing had been touched..