The three men who lived there were like her pimps. She’d answer to them, no matter what filth they had her do. I wanted to tell her to wake up and g...t away. Maybe she was brainwashed. Torture can change the inside of you. A reward and punishment thing. If she sucked cock well, she’d get a reward. Money? Yes, she was getting a little extra. I could use a little extra money myself. But why like this? Drugs? No, not drugs. I heard some girls are drugged and continue being pimped out just to get a. Soon I was moaning out in pleasure as he fucked me with long deep strokes that went into the depths of my bowels. I was moaning uh huh oh god yes my darling baby boy uh huh oh yes uh huh fuck me Richard fuck mommies shitter fuck it with your huge thick cock oh god it feels so good when you fuck me like that, yes, oh yes , oh god don’t ever stop. He pulled me to my hands and knees and rammed his hard thick cock back into my moist dark hole. Momentarily parallelizing me as he thrust his cock in. I put the small pull-up on and see how tiny it is, I stare at the pink plastic panties notsure if I should put them on but I guess no one will see them under myclothes. I mean the diaper is pink anyway, or the pull-up is pink likethere is a big difference. I slide the pink plastic panties up my legsand it fits unfortunately."Hurry up sweetie; we are going to be late for his try-outs. I have yourclothes ready when you get out of the bathroom." Okay grandmother I am ready." I walk out of the. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so longI think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.Faces and darkness separate us over and over.Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, Searching my reaches for what she really is.Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.I am important to her. She comes and goes.Each morning it is her.