Don't get me wrong, I was taken care of and my parentswould come to see me when they could squeeze it into their schedule but whenthey split up when I...was 12, I rarely heard from them and rarely do now even. This isn't one of those stories whereI blame everything on school, society and mum and dad, I'm actually fineand not 'disturbed' through all of this. The boarding school where I wasbasically brought up was great and they gave me a brain and made sure thatmy body was fit. But all-girl. I used to see Asha every day when I would come and go from my room. Her husband was the fattest guy that I have ever seen but he was pretty rich. I wonder what made Asha agree to marry him. They also had a daughter. Anyways, I was pretty close with them and used to play with the kid as well sometimes. Asha used to come to the terrace to put her clothes for drying.I was in my teens and was at the prime of my sexual urges and fantasized Asha always. I used to take her undies and bra and hide it. He then drove it deep into her pussy. She screamed, his hand camearound her mouth,"Come on luv, this is what you came for, what you're paid for isn't."And he raped her...It wasn't nice, it wasn't sexy, it was ugly, painful and sordid. Atleast with the Professor there was a level of seduction, a level ofmutuality. This was nothing like that; this was an expression of puremasculine strength and power. He overcame her weak feminine body andtook it because he could. And when he finished, she felt. I made her stand up and I licked the tears from her face and we started kissing her, she was sucking the saliva from my mouth, and my tongue was in her mouth, she lowered my trousers and my boxers while kissing my dick was erect and hard as rock, she broke the kiss. Our face is covered with each other’s saliva. She caught hold my dick in her left hand and slowly rubbed with her thumb the pre cum was oozing from my dick, she pushed me to the bed and started licking my dick and slowly started.