” The warning struck cold fear into my stomach and I felt myself clench around his cock.“Not. A. Fucking. Chance.”With a curse he pulled himself... entirely out of me, shoved me down and began to aggressively hit my ass cheeks, holding my mouth into the duvet whenever I’d make a sound. Swiftly he lifted me off the bed with him. His eyes were entirely black and, in contrast to the puddle I had become, he seemed relatively in control.He shoved me onto my knees and pushed himself into my mouth and. He was to leave whilst my mother considered everything, and we the children would not be leaving with him.I sat there looking at the two most precious females in my young life, lost for words, unable to tell mum what I had heard and support her without letting sis know what father had done. Unable to tell sis why mother was so upset or why father had left without betraying my father.So I sat there silently, watching the two women intently. My mother’s sobbing diminished after a while and she. It wasn't until four months into the first semester that I found some time truly to myself. Two roommates went home, one had a sporting event at a school the next state over, and the last was out with her boyfriend for the weekend. Knowing I had a full two days to myself felt like being a kid in a toy store. Thankfully, the toys were already purchased and stashed away under my bed. Class on Friday was slow, I could feel the excitement bubbling up under my skin and between my legs. It was early. It automatically established a common ground of experience. Of course, there weren’t many people who had the kind of life lived by Betsy. A super hyperactive child raised by eight parents who were among the wealthiest and most powerful people in the world didn’t have a very large peer group.“I don’t think Bess and George liked me very much,” Betsy said.“You might have overwhelmed them a little,” Gary said diplomatically.Betsy said, “I’ll admit that I might have been a little over excited about.