„Only 12 days to read these books,“ she thought about school.And then she suddenly began to cry quietly. Unexpectedly she felt bad. „What I heve...done!“ Kadri grieved. „I had gangbang with 28 boys and felt proud of it. I can’t refuse sex, I can’t,“ she cried. „What I have become! A slut! It was so exciting to get out of the car at the main square of the town, but now I felt ashamed. Why?“She remembered one case after football training, when one boy completely accidentally entered to the girl’s. Warily, she looked out at the opposite block. She didn’t see anyone at any of the windows.Hurriedly, she dropped down to the floor, laying out the piece of paper and propping herself up on her elbows. It was very uncomfortable. The floor was cold and hard against her stomach and her hipbone pressed uncomfortably against it. Even her elbows hurt. She frowned in the dim light, flicked the lid off the pen and started writing.Sir is the master of my orgasms. He is also a bastard.It looked very neat. The booths interior was really filthy. It smelled of cigarette smoke, and something else I couldn't identify then, that I now know was old, dried cum (on the walls and floors)! Yet, in spite of that, there was an undeniable ambience of intense sexual energy and longing! I, myself, had come there because I was incredibly horny, and more than a little lonely; and so, even though the place was filthy dirty, I suddenly wanted to try the glory hole, and see what that might be like! Besides, I told. It was commented on, but never understood, that nine moons after such an encounter was a fruitful time for new brothers and sisters. This was always a cause for celebration. Nobody understood that sex and pregnancy were related. It was enjoyed too frequently and with too many different partners for anyone to establish the link between the two.It was an innocent world. It was innocence so absolute that when it came crashing to an end the awakening into a harsher, less forgiving world was that.