"I snapped.The nerves, anger and frustration and a litte horniness welled over.One of the things keeping me going through all of this was the thought ...f righteously skull fucking this weedy little cocksocket to oblivion afterward and seeing my jizz dribble down that boney chin.I'm not a violent man and never had been. I'm not particularly big but I'm burly enough and had an upbringing that meant that I dont usually get messed with. And on the few occasions in my far off youth when a few violent. Distance, disconnection it is something rarely noticed, but Valerie noticed it immediately. As Michael pulled away from her, straightening as he spoke the parts of her body that were seconds ago in contact with his felt…wrong, cold as if they were not feeling fully unless connected to Michael. ‘Oh god, he doesn’t feel it, if he did he never would have pulled away from me, he is making polite conversation when all I want is for him to hold me and never let go,’ she thought as she looked up into. I than felt someone smear something in the crack of my butt. I tried to get loose but I could not. I don'y know how to tell this except that those old men forced me to have sex with them! They pushed their penis inside me one by one some shooting their load in me and some pulling out coming back later. I looked at him to see if he was serious, the look of pain and fear told me he wasn't lying. 'What else happen,' I asked. They continued all night taking advantage of me, The white guys were. Thinking about that makes her blush, but it also makes her wet between the legs for some reason. Every day that passes, she can tell she is getting more sexually frustrated, and she doesn’t know how to relieve herself.One night after dinner, Abby and Mat are sitting on the couch together, watching a movie. Abby ponders without actually paying attention to the show, wondering if she should ask her dad about it.“You’re quiet tonight,” Mat says, interrupting her reverie. Her head snaps his.