She was bucking into her fingers. I expected her to yell or something as she came, but she just let out a long series of moans, each higher and sharpe...r than the last. It went something like: "ohhhhh-ohhhh-ohhh-ohh-oh!" Her whole body tensed and trembled around her fingers. Her legs shook like mad. Then she collapsed back into me. Her hands stopped their frantic movement. She lay on me, motionless like that, for a couple minutes. Then she turned to me. She wasn't at all self-conscious; she. Robert, who picked me up and invited me to his condo also was kind enough to drive me home early the next morning. He wanted to know where I lived so he could stay in touch. On the weekends my parents were out of town for work, he'd continue to pick me up and take me to his condo. He owed some money to a bookie so he would pimp me out to black friends for money. He made the most money allowing white guys to watch and shoot their loads all over me while black men fucked me. Since the first night. He grabbed my arm as I passed and demanded to know where I’d been. I ... I have an aversion to people putting their hands upon me. In truth, the only person I have permitted to touch me without injury in many years is the king – and that was because he grabbed my nose and nothing more ... intimate.”“He grabbed your nose?” Choran asked in confusion.“I’m sure he did to her what he always does to me,” Elena said, shaking her head in disgust. “It was humorous when I was five. It is not humorous. The district is named NMN. Day 1 at coaching, she was standing outside the coaching center with other students who were supposed to join the same batch. The first day was quite good with introductions between the class and the teacher.She saw a handsome guy looking at her continuously, in fact he was staring at her. She avoided him. But as soon as the class ended and the students came out, the boy reached to her and asked her formal things like who she is and where she is from. Being a small.