.. with frequent Pimp beatings... slightly cross oneeye... or both eyes... always... while you're attempting to address...speak to... or even respond ...o a question or remark from certain Men...the crossed eye(s)... makes you look slightly stupid... somewhatclueless... and decidedly... intellectually disenfranchised... evenbimboish... which makes it even easier for Men... to lean in... muchsooner... and more quickly... and take advantage of you...you're forced to wear a makeshift... crudely. ” Everyone said in unison as they also clapped. WHAT!?!?! I could not quite wrap my mind around what I just heard. A living model? What does that mean? and I didn’t volunteer for anything. I wanted to run away, I wanted to disappear, I wanted to die in that moment. As the clapping stopped Mr Batelli said, “Today we are going to talk about the female body, and what you need to know for sex education.” He said as he pointed at me. “Go ahead and take off your sweatshirt Lena.” He said as he walked. I was thinking of all the things that were racing through my mind. It wasn’t anywhere near as traumatic as I had imagined. It wasn’t painful or uncomfortable as some girls had told me. His cock felt good inside me. I couldn’t reconcile some of the horrible stories girls had told about losing their virginity. To me, it had been a delightful experience – and with two boys.He was really enjoying the feeling of us fucking. I knew both had fucked other girls. I knew it was not their first time as it. I was already quite sleepy and dozed off after a day full of school activities. I woke up around 1:30 am as the AC in my room was quite chilly. I went out of my room to get a glass of water.Then, I heard what sounded like rigorous thumping. I was sleepy but was curious as to where the sound was coming from. I followed the sound to our guest room and my eyes popped out of their sockets! My dad’s so-called friend was fucking my mom!! A dim light was switched on and through a slightly open door, I.