He never went to church or anything like that. It was like my mother and I was his congregation. Every day he would call me names like whore and slut ...ause of the way I dressed. I wasn't a whore at all. I was your normal 17-year-old girl. It just seemed like he hated me. I did my best not to make him angry. He had a very violent temper. Once he slapped the shit out of my mother, right in front of me, cause she told him she had had enough of his preaching. Two weeks after that my mother was. It wasn't long before he'd arranged my lessons at the end of the day after which he'd suggest we go for a drink.After our drink he drove to a secluded spot, we were kissing in next to no time. His hands were soon removing my upper clothing and expertly exploring my body, which I enjoyed."We'd be more comfy in the back", he suggested. I was more than willing and hurriedly changed places.We then moved to the back seat where he stripped me completely naked, as he kissed and fondled me all. I told her when ever I used to date her I expects romance she also most time used to respond and we used to have hot chat or hot talk. As she was my gf I was just unable to control my feeling and she was feeling that m just using her slowly we were talking less and fighting more and unwillingly broke up we still talk but not more then once in weak I still love her but……I told her in slow hesitated voice wit full of shyness and looking down to my foot. She was confused wid my answer she told. After a short while she was invited by a Japanese woman into one of the rooms down the hallway, she saw a hallway on her right with a thick black curtain and some paintings on the wall she could not make out what they were.Once inside the room, Betty was greeted by a Japanese woman and some Japanese men, in the back of the room there was a table about no more but a mere few inches above the floor and behind it a familiar face was sitting on the floor, it was that of her agent Ava.Glad you could.