You had hoped to catch yourself on your feet but realized quickly that you somehow didn’t have any strength left and falling on your knees and elbow...s – clearly losing any dignity you had left.The ropes on your hands kept them together still, but at least you weren’t bound. That is until you felt your hair being yanked back roughly. You started to get up but felt a stinging on your face as you were slapped again, this time, the hand much rougher than previously, and clearly not wet from your. "Sam wiped her eyes and sat up a little straighter. "During that time, Phil, my step-father, was drinking more and more. He ended up losing this job too and he became abusive again. Mom was having a hard time getting around by then and she spent a lot of time in the hospital. Phil didn't hit her, but he hit me a lot. At other times, especially when he was drunk, he'd try to feel me up any time he could. He'd rub my butt if I walked too close to him and if he'd catch me sitting down, he'd sneak. He has released my legs and my heels are again on the edge of the fender. Cum is running out of my gaping asshole, running down the red fender, and pooling on the ground below. I can't stop, my hips are still grinding at the air, my body still spasming. I reach down and shove 3 fingers in myself, trying to get the feeling back. Slowly the sensation subsides and I open my eyes to see Phil staring at me with an astonished look on his face, shaking his head. I blush, but start laughing. Hintergrund: nicht alle, mit denen wir gelegentlich teilen, die also auch auf einer Wellenlänge sind, kennen sich und wissen voneinander. Was also, wenn die, die Interesse daran haben, voneinander wüßten?Die Idee war folgende: statt einen Gruppenchat mit Klarnamen ins Leben zu rufen und sozusagen mit der Tür ins Haus zu fallen, wollte ich es langsamer angehen und schauen, was und wie es sich entwickelt. Zu jeder Person, die ich auswählte, hatte ich - oder auch mein Freund - ja irgendeine Art.