He was charged for having sex with an u******ed girl and I was sent for psychiatric treatment for sexual abuse, when in reality, it was I who was the ...aggressor and this poor sap got eight years, for fucking a k**.I was sixteen and on my way home, back to my fathers place in a seedy part of the city, where abuse of women in the streets was well documented, and that excited me, I loved the idea of being seen as a pussy to be used and seeded, then discarded like a used condom, full of semen and. The room was pretty packed by now and we had sort of pushed out towards the wall it was hardly dancing more of “sardines” it was that packed.Sam that is his name was feeling my ass with both hands now his cock was pushing against me so hard, he was looking straight at my face as i felt my dress being lifted at the back and i felt his hands on my bare ass, i dont know how many dances we had been doing but i suddenly felt his fingers moving between my ass cheeks and i was so surprised i didnt. Not her office or her room. She always found him, never the other way around. As if she sensed him thinking of her, she appeared, “Ah Brandon I was looking for you, please come with me.”Following her brisk walk, he said, “I have been looking for you too. I don’t know where your rooms are, in fact, I never see you in class.” “You are still going to class? That must mean you are still studying as well I presume.” “Of course, I’m going to class. I don’t know how this cult of yours feels about. He got out of the truck and I smiled and said hello and then told him I would be down in a few seconds. I quickly ran inside and gave my dog a treat so he would stop barking at the stranger in the driveway and then went down to the truck. When I got down to the driveway he had opened the passenger door for me. I looked at the truck, it was huge and really high up. I stepped up into the truck and got settled in the seat and waited for him to get into the truck. Once he got in the truck we were.