. It wasn't her sin!People in America are in general very sexist and frustrated. Sex is sin, clearly!People disgust the girls being abused by guys, as... they were famous sports students.People on the board of that University care about their reputation: blame the girl.People think it's always her own fault, if a tasty teen is abused by her 'friends'.So much to say that I understood her motives. If she can't trust her man, be lesbian!How happy or wise her decision was is another matter ... I might. I said that I would not run away. Did you know what they said?" "The leg irons are there to keep you from being stolen." "Yes" She said. "I did not know I was that valuable. " Actually, that is an old joke among slavers. "The auctioneer pointed out all my good features. He also made sure that no one noticed my big hands. He even ordered me to lay on my back and open my legs so everyone could see the virgin cunt that they were to buy." She paused as my hands moved up over her soft stomach. . " Why thank you," she replied with an accent that told me that her sweet little peaches had to be from Georgia. She scooted up onto the high armchair and crossed her legs with an unprecedented grace.The bartender excused herself, as she placed the portable bar tray in from of me and delivered my meal. A reflex action of licking my lips arrived simultaneously with the aroma of the grilled steak. She was watching me, as my dinner was placed before me and the ritual began. I leaned forward. She said that Kristy was having a shower at this moment, led me to the hall, asked me to sit down and offered some ice Martini. I gave consent, she was looking at me with some strange twinkle in her eyes, and I would say she was devouring me. Like some bitch wolf looking at young male. When she approached the bar and bent down to get it I saw something that took my breath away: her mini skirt revealed her sexy ass with tight strings between. At this jiff it was my first time when I thought of.