Her lips were full with a slight pout to them and were coloured an almost red that gave the impression of wearing lipstick even when she wasn't. Her s...in was a pale milky colour with the faintest of pink blush to her cheeks, her skin was almost flawless apart from a handful of freckles spread across the bridge of her nose and cheeks that made her look allot younger that her twenty two years. Although she was small and petite something that also portrayed her as younger than she really was she. His place as he called it was huge and he took great delight in showing me round, there were seven bedrooms, each with an en-suite, a library in which I noticed several first editions of Dickens, a kitchen which wouldn't have been out of place in a five star hotel and even a gymnasium."This is beautiful Frank" I said, "Absolutely gorgeous" Here" he smiled, "Grab a bottle and I'll show you my piece de resistance"We each grabbed a bottle of champagne and I followed him through several rooms until. The rain poured that day and I spent most of today moping around the PE changing rooms during my free time, catching a glimpse of any rugby studs in tight shorts running about, to see if they cheered me up. They were hugely muscled, almost unnaturally, wet and getting muddy. Under normal circumstances, I’d have to wank off right there and then, but my failure just made me feel shit. The rain fell ever harder and I just relished in my wet loneliness. Maybe its better this way, I started. Sometimes I had like 3 or 4 guys fucking me at the same time, telling me what a slut I was, calling me bitch and whore. They spit in my face, pissed all over me, whatever they could think of to humiliate and degrade me."I remember on my fifteenth birthday this guy, I don't want to name names, anyway ... He gave me a pair of dogs for my birthday. Big dogs, you know? And they were trained to fuck. Everyone thought it was funny watching one of the most beautiful girls in the world suck off a dog.