She didn’t seem to hear me because she was as shocked as I was when she walked out. She walked out of the room butt-naked and literally jumped in th... air, startled to see me sprawled out on her bed, my cock hard as a rock and her thong in my face. Her voluptuous breasts bounced as gravity pulled her back to the earth. She had brown nipples and very white titties – a nice contrast I thought. An expression of nervousness and worry filled my face and neither of us could even speak a word. What. Easing her off my lap and onto the floor, I pushed my trousers and underwear around my ankles to release my aching erection. Olivia restored her virtuous mien and feigned a stunned look as I guided her face to the head of my cock. Resigned to her fate she parted her lips and slowly took me in her mouth. The flash flickered repeatedly as each stage of her defloration was recorded in detailI was soon embedded within her warmth. As she tentatively sucked on the shaft, I loosened the buttons of her. It didn’t kill me. I guess in retrospect that’s a good thing. But it did hurt like a fucking bitch. I probably sprained or wrenched something. It was painful to walk at that point, but walk I did. All the way to the train tracks. At some point I had resolved to see my parents, however this had gone, but at this point it was not something I wanted to do. As would become common for me later in life, discomfort lead to a desire to run. And run I did.I was sick, nauseous, and worn out. I was tired,. I wasn’t allowed to get up until I had actually gone to the bathroom.“We had little playrooms ... Well, I guess that is what they were called. They were filled with little blocks for us to play with. It seemed like every time I was allowed to play there were different kids there. It was years later that I discovered that not allowing close friendships to arise was part of our social conditioning. We were raised to distrust strong emotional ties among people.“When we were handed our little-child.