. he ALWAYS did. Hell, he probably knew thisabout me before I did. I don't give a damn what the rest of the familythinks, as long as I have Will's s...pport, that's all I need. He's myonly family now."I awoke with a start in the middle of the darkness.Oh no, not this again.That was the last conversation that I had with my mom. The conversationwith my dad wasn't very different. Both of my parents, as well as mylittle brother Michael, effectively dismissed me from the family, and Ihad no. He was breathing heavily as he pushed inside me, one, two, three insertions and his sperm was flowing down my inner thigh, thick, globular and yellowish, a sure indication it had been contained in his ball sack for a long time, and now being released on the hostess, he had relished since his arrival and noted my slutty dress sense, a great conclusion to his night.I stood bent over the counter top in a semi-stupor, half asleep and not too sure what was happening, when he started again, this time. I lay on my bed naked, it was 7 o clock in the morning and my mum usually came in to say good morning, I am going to work or to put my clothes away after she ironed them, I found it hard to get an erection because I was nervous at the outcome, eventually my cock went hard, I kept it there by wanking as much as I could, when I heard mum just outside the door I was going to chicken out but decided that I had come this far there was no turning back, then it went quiet and I thought that she had. ”Tears formed in the corners of her eyes.“We had to work, to earn our food, to earn our life each day, one day at a time. I had the job of taking out the slops and carrying such food as they deemed appropriate to some special prisoners kept separately from the rest of us – English girls sent to France to act as spies and captured by the Nazis. That is where I started to learn English.” She took a shuddering breath.“Those girls were so courageous. They had been beaten and tortured and knew they.