. I couldn’t feel the vibrations. I looked down and what I had been feeling entering me without my permission wasn’t my dildo... I was being raped... The hands roughly held my upper arms and thighs, as well as my ankles.Panic set in and I started to struggle and squirm, they were squeezing my arms so hard it hurt. I stopped for a moment to gather my surroundings. I looked wildly all around me at the owners of the firm hands holding me down against my will in the darkness. There were three men. "Uh-huh," I nodded seriously, but biting my lip probably gave it away and I twisted slowly on my hips, turning my pleated skirt this way and that. It was red and gold, like the stretchy top I was wearing."You're telling me you had cheerleader practice until eleven o'clock at night, huh?" Daddy looked me head to toe, with his dark eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down."Yes sir," I answered and I tried to keep looking at him, but my heart was going fast and I could barely. It's my tolerance to idiots that needs work.If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would've put them on my knees.The kids text me "plz" which is shorter than please. I text back "no" which is shorter than "yes".I'm going to retire and live off of my savings. Not sure what I'll do that second week.When did it change from "We the people" to "screw the people"?Even duct tape can't fix stupid ... but it can muffle the sound!Why do I have to press one for English when you're just gonna transfer me to. She said it was like an umbrella handler. Then, immediately, she went for the balls. Oh boy! She licked behind my balls and stayed there for about 5 minutes. What a sensation! After that, she started to suck one ball and then the other. It was so delightful that I had to say: Girl, you were born to suck balls. She giggled and stood there for more 5 minutes. 2 months later we split up and I never had the chance to have those lips around my balls again...A few months later, I found a prostitute.