I do it willingly and without question. When he’s not fucking me like a whore, I’m masturbating to the thought of him doing so. Once again, my fin...ers are wrinkled from the wetness as my body responds to thoughts of him using me. Life isn’t supposed to be this way. Or is it? I’ve learned to expect anything and everything as I travel the spectrum of emotions from anger to lust then despair and resignation. I can’t tell you where I would mentally be at a particular moment. In a lot of ways, it. Then there was the state dinner and more politics.We were finished by 1300 and had a few hours before we needed to be back for the dinner. With a guide from the ministry of tourism, we went to see the Mauthausen-Gusen concentration camp that had been designated a National Memorial.As part of history classes and then as part of Marine training, (why we fight for freedom) I had said if I ever got anywhere near one of these memorials I would visit.The four hours we spent there were nowhere near. As I came, I felt such a tremendous amount of pleasure and guilt. I remember falling asleep very quickly and waking up the next morning in disbelief of what had happened. I was hooked.My biggest concern was my relationship with my mom. We were so close, and I was afraid that things would be weird between us. It turned out to be fine. My mother was never the overtly affectionate type, so that helped. As I successfully dealt with my guilt, I started indulging in the fantasy more and more. And, so. Please pay attention from now on. That was it, and I think that I might have just pissed my pants. So after class she walked up to me and asked again, why they called me Wiener? So I looked her right in the eyes and said, because my dick is so big. Really I want to see it. She responds back to me. She grabs me and steers us to an empty room. I put on the brakes and said, no way, if someone comes in I am the one who gets into trouble, not you. Ok we both have last period study hall, why dont we.