She got angry. she started yelling at me asking “how dare you call my husband”. needless to say I was shocked at her outburst and I kept trying to...tell her I was calling my parents. She would hear any of it and starting hitting me. I lost my self control and just slapped her hard.I guess it brought her back to her senses and she just sat down & started crying again. I told her that I had called my parents and told her that I was staying back. she wiped her tears and said “that”s is the sweetest. My first night I found a sheltered shop door and settled down only to be dragged out by the hair as this was someone else’s place. I cried my heart out as I settled into a gutter; what was to become of me.My parents had been very strict so if I had no clue on how to live on the streets, I had even less clue of the dangers that surrounded me.I must have managed to doze in the gutter because I woke to find a man on top of me trying to poke his tongue into my mouth while his hands were ripping at. • I commanded “Roll over for me”• I commanded again “Face down and Ass up”I pulled up a chair and his phatt, juicy, chocolate ass was staring me right in the face. I sat there mesmerized by his unnaturally feminine ass cheeks, thighs and tiny cock. I suspect I must have looked like a like a fat man sitting at a dinner table. Hell, I may as well have placed a napkin around my neck and a ordered a German Porter, because today I was having ass-pussy for dinner! I marveled at Gregory’s’ pulsating. Then I felt the thin strip of my thong being pushed aside and felt the tip of Kareem's dick against my hole. I just hoped that he would be gentle and that it would be easy. It felt big and was definitely broader than my vibrator. Ooo! It hurt just little bit but he went slow and easy and after a little while it felt okay. In fact, my butt started pushing back against it. "Nice, baby?" he asked me. "Nice," I replied. "Okay baby," he said and began thrusting rhythmically. Wow, this was beginning.