Horrible thoughts went through her confused and disoriented mind, 'So this is my death ... alone in my favourite place. Perhaps it is for the best, I ...an't be lonely anymore if I'm dead, right?' She felt the strength pouring out of her through the deep gashes in her left thigh and cut along her forehead. 'It would be so easy to just give up, ' she thought briefly.Finally out of the depths of her mind came her instinct and desire to fight for her life.Despite the deep ache in her head, her blood. The boys had all put shorts on but I sat there still nude, cum dripping from my face and oozing from my cunt. They had started hitting the bong again and one of them offered me a hit. I took the bong but Billy said “wipe the cum off your face first you little slut.” The name calling didn’t bother me. I was actually quite proud that they considered me a slut. They were always talking about the girls they liked and calling them slut, whore, bitch or some other name. I felt like a grown up. So I. He tied me up in a very awkward position I was not able to stand and sit or lay down. It was very uncomfortable.I was kneeling whole night. I woke up with a slap and took me to the kitchen. He served the breakfast and pulled out his dick and stuff it in my mouth and I started sucking him for a half hour, he came in my breakfast and order me to eat. I ate everything quietly. After breakfast, he took me in his bedroom and tied my hands and legs to all four corners and started sissy porn on tv and. His face was smooth with a few lines around his eyes and he had hands that looked long and elegant, almost like his step-father Giappo the Pianist. A thin mouth curved slightly as those odd eyes glanced down into the fearless face of a noble’s son.“That was well done, boy. How long have you been riding?” he asked, his voice not as dangerous and loud.Sharn giggled and shook his head. “I can’t ride by myself yet, sir. I am too small. But one day Raisa and me are going to ride to the ends of the.