“After a while, in the distance, I saw a couple of police cars drive up to the institute ... hospital ... whatever it was. I started towards them, a...d then realised that they would in all likelihood see me not as someone held illegally against their will, but as a patient – a dangerous, violent patient – escaping from an insane asylum. Why would they believe that Murdoch was raping and beating me every day, trying to break me and gain control over me so he could loot everything I had? What. The guilt and the shame were very taxing. It was close to midnight when I heard footsteps coming to the room and my aunt quietly slunk in and lay down on her cot. I held my breath, pretending to be asleep. She said nothing for a long time and I finally relaxed, thinking that I had fooled her with my being asleep bit.“So, you were curious!” She spoke at length.I stayed quiet.She waited for a while and then said, “You can talk. You got a tongue in your mouth.”I felt a tremendous amount of relief. None of the other women I fucked made pleasure noises that resonated so well with me. Maybe it was because that sound was forever connected to the first piece of ass I ever got.I was eighteen and she was twenty. She had just broken up with her first lover, a somewhat older guy who was insisting on getting married. She wasn’t ready yet. Too much life to explore first. It was our third date and she asked me to drive my van to a private spot. She was horny. Was she ever! I got laid in three. She let out a quick cry from a pain of intense pleasure followed by more of the same as he pumped his thick cock into her.Vito knew how to hold back letting JoAnne experience orgasms that were new in her young life. He continued to call her a tramp and other vulgar names. She responded with torrid enthusiasm. When he recognized that she had experienced the "Big O," he let loose with gobs of cum deep into her tight twat.JoAnne didn't know that afternoon was a kind of interview, an audition for.