I was abused by both my parents and their associates over the years. The abuse was physical and mental."I have physical and mental scars from that tim.... Poppa was the first man to ever give me a hug or a kiss who didn't expect sex from me. My life was a terror until I was fifteen. They hurt me badly and a teacher finally saw the bruises and would not accept my excuses. She called children's services. A nice woman, Anna Armstrong, took charge. She and my teacher took me to a hospital and had me. I loved it when he forced me down to suck his dick or when he would order me to do things for him. I was already playing with a corn on the cob using Vaseline as lubricant, so I wanted this to happen and his suggesting it made me very excited and that’s how I became his secret girlfriend. One day, we were exploring the hill, an empty lot behind the bowling alley where we could have some privacy, and we saw a man sleeping under the big Marbury tree at the top of the hill. We quietly approached. ”After she had finished her near breathless tirade, Lucy crossed to the bed and stood beside us. I handed her the hair dryer, then turned and bent my face between the luscious cheeks of Georgia’s arse. I licked her languorously, paying particular attention to her brown puckered ring with the pointed tip of my tongue.She thrust the luscious twin globes of her arse back towards my face, mashing my chin into her wet folds. I thrust my tongue forward impaling her on its stiff, wet pinkness as her. There was the predictable run of porn sites but what was obvious was that he liked to look at dogging tubes and to read dogging stories.Now I will be the first to admit that I thought people who engaged in dogging were very sad individuals and somewhat perverse but that didn’t stop me looking at the same video clips and reading the stories. I was more intrigued than turned on at the time and then I wondered if that bastard of an ex had ever been a participant. Now I do not claim to be the guru.