That was the last good memory I had for the next two years.To this day, even with my expanded knowledge of how badly broken thelegal and child welfare...system is, I still don't know how an agency,whose one and only responsibility is to the care and safety of children,could put me into such an horrific environment. I was taken from my homeand brought from my modestly well to-do community to a definitively low-class area of the city. Now, when I say low-class, I don't mean in thesnooty way rich. I loved Sven, and yet I guzzled my father’s cum. I sucked his cock. I begged him to fuck my cunt and asshole. I rode his dick, reveling in the incestuous pleasure. This man wanted to murder my Sven. He killed my betrothed’s parents and sister. He was a monster.And I fucked him. I gave him pleasure.I was just about to wiggle deeper into my crevasse when I spotted the bug crawling across the floor. A shiver ran through me. I hated bugs, and since I was insect size, this one looked as big as a. I sucked his soft cock and felt it begin to get hard as he played with my tits. He held my head and pushed it up and down. He got almost hard when I was told to sit on his lap and fuck him. I stood turned around and grabbed his cock and guided it in me. I humped him as my b/f urged me on. I fucked the old guy until he came in me. I sat down again next to him and as he pulled his pants back on he reached in his pocket and handed me a $50. Saying thanks. We got up and walked to the aisle and sat. She gasped as spit strings drooped between us.“But, Mr Miller, I prepped that for my boyfriend later on tonight. Can’t you just fuck my pussy?” she asked with watery eyes and spit bubbles on her chin.“No. Leave the pussy for your friends, I want that butthole.”“But…”“So no college for you then? Just wanna linger around here, living with your folks fo–”“Alright… alright.” Steffi wrinkled her nose and sprung to her feet while gripping my cock. She lead me to my couch which had a white covering.