The exhausted woman lay on the bench catching her breath as the stage hand carefully slid her and the bench from beneath the donkey. The other girl ha...ing moved into position under the donkey pulled the softening drooling cock her way and put the end into her mouth. She attempted to get as much of the huge tool into her mouth as possible for the audience to see. The donkey, now finished, with his cock retreated was led away. The two women were hugging, laughing and rubbing handfuls of cum on. Then blend that in with the stigmas, of being a foster, my hulky size, myclumsy awkwardness, and my old victim's personality, no wonder I caughthell at high school. I could have wore a sandwich board sign that said"ABUSE ME PLEASE" and not been treated any different.Not wanting to linger on my past pain I started thinking about the new meand on that ride to the mall I discovered a lot. First of all, I neverwant to hurt someone like I was hurt. Most "average" people, have no ideawhat torture. Itook care to do my hair in the morning. And the wholemorning on the beach I kept looking around at the mencoming and going. After all, it’s no use exposing mybreasts unless there was someone there to lust afterthem. I tried reading my book, but loosened the straps on mybikini top so that the top was ready to be pulled offas soon as I was daring enough. It felt great becauseevery time I moved I felt my top exposing more breast,and the men around me were already glancing in mydirection. My. Oddly it now reminded her of a ‘French vanilla’ version of the Mistress. She laughed as she showed it to him and then explained what she had found so funny. He thought the thought rather cute and asked if he could spice it up a bit for her. He called the shop and told whoever answered what he wanted and as he was working on her hair it appeared at the door. Today there was something a little different about the stylist and his handling of her. He was more relaxed and a bit ‘friendly’ she.