I started to shudder with the approach of myejaculation, but Bob released his grip and reached intothe pocket of his discarded robe to hand me a small...brownbottle. In my comparative innocence, I hadn’t encountered‘poppers’ before that night and I waved his hand away. Ihave a thing about drugs, so it took a lot of persuasionfor me to take a tentative sniff.I reeled at the sickly-sweet smell and handed the bottleback with a look of disgust. Bob made me watch him as heclosed a. He and Donal grabbed her arms and dragged her up on the bed. She started to scream and kick out. Donal hit her hard across the face. She was dazed.As she recovered from the slap, the men took off their shirts and shorts. My father grabbed and handful of hair and pushed her head towards his erect cock.“No” she screamed. “Aunt Pauline, do something.”“Aunt Pauline is doing something. She’s filming you. You want to be an actress don’t you. Well if you don’t fuck us good we’re going to edit this. I took some time off to digest all the things happened to me, I wanted to try a gigolo, I wanted to splurge money on him, I know it was strange, here I am sleeping with men for money but I wanted a gigolo, was it sex, I guess not, does any slut want sex which she is paying for, I wanted sex to dominate, to show the power, and not be a meek prostitute, who only earns money while whoring around.As I said, I had the suitors all around me, boys were ogling on my sexy body everywhere, but they never. ....After school each day we were confronted by Jimmy the b**st....he would shove us, call us names and when girls walk by would yank our pants down showing the girls are well endowed underwear...we didn't mind that part but Wolf and I were gay! This day Wolf had reached his boiling point with The b**st...he stripped off his shirt, dropped his books and karate kicked The b**st in the nuts making him drop to his knees. We each grabbed an arm and dragged him to a secluded area of the parking.