I remember how I fought how I cried how I screamed and begged. All futile now. Ive fallen in over my head and there is no turning back now. But rememb...ering it all kinda helps. It kinda still gives me a small silver lining on the very edges of the clouds. Who am I you ask? Well today I answer to slut, whore, bitch, cunt, or whatever screwed up name he gives me. Before he got to me, before all of this happened to me I was known as Ivy. So I guess the best place to begin my story is at the. Between the pleasure and pain, I felt like I was going to faint right there. He pulled back all the way to where only the head was in my ass, each millimeter he moved was a wave of electricity inside me. Then he pushed back all the way in. I pushed back too and his balls slapped against my parinium. He grunted in enjoyment and I gasped. I squeezed my cagle muscles trying to keep myself from spurting all over the table. He pushed back and forth, faster and faster. His hands were on my hips. After being in bed and watching telly for some time i had to get a drink from downstairs and on my way passed the lounge heard my mother and father talking and i heard my mum say"i worried about Nigel going down the yard with Mr Rogers Martin you know about the rumours which happened some years ago about him with young boys when he was a scout master i don't like the idea, then i heard my dad say"sherry they were just rumours nothing ever came of them now leave it Nigel will be fine, i crept. I said I think I found some treasure up here, and he laughed, and said that I could lick my fingers when I finished, and I said only if he did it first. He said to keep on going, and I could feel his insides moving out of the way for my fist. I pushed and pushed, until I reached my arm pit, and said, Mr. Jones, that’s all the arm I’ve got. He said it still didn’t feel full, and to pull my arm out, and go wash it off, and to wash my right foot too. I did, and when I returned he got down and lied.