Politely, of course.I’m like so many of the kids my age – parents divorced. Mom’s remarried. Sad story. I was seven. Mom worked at a law firm. D...d’s an engineer. He spends some time on the road from time to time. Mom started leaving me with her sister when Dad was out of town. Next thing I knew, Mom and Dad split up. Dad moved out. Divorce. Mom sold the house when she moved in with Harv.Dad cried over me. I don’t think he cried much over Mom after he found out about her and Harv. I dunno. Like. The room seeming to blur, the door distortedly shuts as she’s again alone. Struggling to count, to stay awake, the numbers are almost erratic in her mind. Thousand one? Thousand two??? Thousand thr?? Chapter FiveHearing the door jerking open again, this time much louder then normal as it almost slams against the wall behind it, she’s unable to move on her own as the white clothed attendants rapidly surround the bed. Her body’s twisted and forced face first across the bed as she feels. I felt two strong hands squeeze my full firm, braless huge breasts. I opened my eyes to see a well built young white guy, squeezing my huge breasts. I rolled my eyes with lust and excitement as my breathing became more erratic. These boys were more experienced than I thought.The young black guy continued finger blasting my pussy and confidently invited a third member of my class to join in.“Come over here and finger this sluts asshole!” He said, almost sneering as he said so.The guy squeezing. I would not only have you clean that place up, in that pretty, pink thong... I would then have you put on a pair of high heels and put make up on you... and then make you parade up and down the stairs for me. Watching you be so careful not to trip, legs shaking, and your dick poking out of the top of your pretty, pink thong. I might, after letting you parade around, let you have another beer, however, the only way you'd be allowed to drink it, would be to get down on you knees, whore, and deep.