There really isn't any other way to put it. And the really strange part, the really, really strange part, is that I come from a straight-laced New Eng...land family and Otis is barely educated and was just a worker in one of my husband's warehouses.This is a strange tale, one that I find hard to believe even though I am living it. I first met Otis when he was working at our family's window manufacturing plant. He was a forklift operator and I'd just come by to pick my husband up to take him to the. The guys came closer, and started to touch me; my ass, my thighs, my pussy, my tits... tugging playfully on my pigtails like we were in grade school. That last really put a naughty smile on my face, imagining what my second graders would think if they could have seen what was about to happen to me. The ultimate extreme of where flirtatious hair-pulling could eventually lead! I was surrounded by blue uniforms; my other, minor request. They could take off as much as they wanted once we got. Im katy''''very cute name''''why is katy here today ''''because im a stupid white boy , who fails my class and....''''and....''''and suck cock to get good grade''''yes you do sexy katy , too stupid and better at sucking ''and she sucked the vids endedi coudnt believe ithe ask me of i wanted good gradei reply yesand i shook and felt like i was selling my soul when he ask me if I was free tonighti spent the rest of the day thinking of the vidafter dinner waiting and feeling nervous as hell. He was a nice enough guy, I guess... a bit of a pervert for wanting a young girl, but I went willingly so I can't judge. He showed me how he liked it, and I did what he wanted. Afterwards he paid me and, after the first decent meal I'd had in ages, I realized that here was a way I could keep from starving to death.It was easy at first, finding men who needed company, and for some time I managed to survive. I had food and I had shelter, but life has taught me that nothing is forever. I had been.