Now according to him, I was the cause of all his troubles and he was going to make damn sure that I never turned into the trampy teaser he claimed mom... had become. Every other swat, and I took too many to count, he'd call me a name like," you fucking tease, you miserable cunt, you trampy whore, you piece of shit, etc, etc..." Over the weekends I'd not be allowed to wear any clothing at all and he watched me like a hawk, to the point that he'd follow me into the bathroom to observe me. He asked me if I felt comfortable having sex outdoors with 7 different men as they filled each of my holes and then all came on my face and into my mouth. I said yes, without going into details on the many different guys whom I had let fuck me outdoors while I was growing up. I couldn’t have very well brought my sex partners home, so many of my encounters occurred in cars, old building and in wooded areas nearby my school, home or friend’s homes. I had been bent over so many different items and. It must have been fate that played a part in the next thing that happened. Matti was doing a search for a particular brand of drilling equipment that he was interested in learning more about. He soon noticed that one of the search results was for an upcoming equipment auction. It was to take place the following weekend at an industrial park near the town of Stouffville. Matti knew that Stouffville was somewhere in southern Ontario, but when he looked it up on a map he discovered it was not. "O.K."She lifted her skirt and pulled her dress over her head, standing naked except for her ruby slippers."Very pretty, my pretty," the Witch cackled. "Now..." she gestured.Dorothy slowly climbed into the bed. The Witch took hold of Dorothy's hand, and placed it on her drooping breast."So, what they've always said is right," Dorothy said."What do you mean?" It's cold."The Witch chuckled softly. She took Dorothy's other hand, and directed it toward her lower lips.Dorothy's skin crawled as her.