.Everything seems like routine my dad rapes me and y family turns a blind eye. In 7 th grade I started to drink to deal with it. I would drink at sch...ool and hide liquor in my locker.I would drink to forget what's happening at home, my house wasn't a happy place.My mom fight with my dad a lot and he took his revenge on me.In 7 th grade I met the first boy who had a crush on me. His name was Nick, he was a white boy with big blue eyes and blonde hair. I thought he was so cute and he ask me to. As I picked up the pace, I commanded her to play with her nipples and pussy and without any hesitation, her hands flew to her chest and cunt and she went to town. Squirming and writhing, she was a natural at this. I picked up the pace even further until I was hammering away at her little brown back door, feeling the impending rush of my orgasm.“Fuck my ass harder master… harder master… take me… take my ass… for your pleasure… I never knew it would be this good… oh yesssss… deeper master,. It had been over two weeks since our last assignation, and although both of us were equally ardent and uninhibited we knew the sounds of our abandonment to rapture would wake not only the other guests but also John-Jarvis. Sleeping babes, like sleeping dogs, must be left lying, so all the many cries, sighs, whimpers, shouts, moans and shrieks uttered during those hours of undiluted pleasure had to be pillow muffled.The clock in the Inn chimed three of the morning and Caroline unlatched herself. Almost five years had passed since her basement encounter with Raj and his deceased friends. She was almost twenty-two now. She'd grown one more inch and stopped at 5'9", and in her heels, she was a stunning sight. She was nearing the end of her studies, in the last year of her business degree at the University of Toronto, and in the co-op phase, and so she was working part-time. Investment banking was all she had hoped it would be, and she already had a job waiting for her with her present.