I resolved to be the best student the school had ever known - even if it as a student of the arts of female slavery.This was the most difficult class,...Valerie had warned me, even worse than the afternoon sessions in rendering prolonged and humiliating sexual services. In this class, we were trained exactly as animals - with commands we could not understand, leashes, choke collars, and whips. We were being taught our new place in society, in which we no longer even counted as persons, but merely. Phir maine dost k bahen se mila jiska name savita(changed)Phir sab ka parichay hone k baad mai aaram karne laga or mere dost ki maa ka boobs ko imagine karke mooth maarne lagaa phir mai bed per lait gaya utne me mera dost aaker kehta hai k kal diwali hai mujhe kuch patake lane jana hai tou aaram kar mai aata hu bolker wou chale gaya tab hi mai shorts pehan kar lund apne hath me leekar hila raha thaa room me utne me bhabhi aagaye hot coffe lekar or usne mera dick dekh liya jo k katta hua hota. As she turned he jumped down to sit on the seat and parted her ass cheeks, sticking his fat tongue up her ass hole and cunt licking her posh holes clean. He told his mates he loved the taste of her, yes both holes. One mate joked, ’Yeah you should have used that posh shit for toothpaste…haha!’He said her cunt was so long and neat, thin pink lips and it ran from her cute ass hole all the way under her crotch to her pubis. He knew he could fill her easy. He jumped back up and hammered his purple. I’m an ugly motherfucker. If I do become a rock star, how do I know someone really loves me or just wants my money? How do I know if someone truly loves me, I go to bed and don’t sleep well.I wake up Friday morning with a warm body spooned against my back with an arm around me.“Mom and Dad let you in again,” I ask.“Yes, why are you so scared,” Katy asks.Then it happens, I start crying, “I’m ugly and I don’t know who to trust anymore. I have been teased, bullied and beat all my life. Now.