She would feed me, mend a scrap when I would fall grazing a knee. She was generally very sweet to me growing up, and Beverly would become like a secon...d mother to me, although Beverly was much more a physically affectionate person. Maybe at the time, I didn't realize it but the older I got the more I developed a crush on her.In my mid-teens, Beverly was getting married for a second time to an old hippie that seemed cool and had money but was just a drunk. They moved a little out of the city into. He decided to accommodate her and pull it out. She immediately relaxed for a bit. But a moment later, he started to rub it again around the outside.“I can’t take this…please…anything…” she whimpered. In response, he took his dick and put it back in, this time a few inches deeper, and held it there.“BLOODY FUCKING DAMN” Mango screamed as loud as she could. He could see in the mirror her face was red with pain and anger. She was trying to breath in and out to control the pain, but it was not. I was glad I hadwashed it the day before."I'm not really sure," I stuttered. I've never know the answer to thatquestion. "I have an interview tomorrow, so I guess something short andneat?"She frowned and ran her fingers through my hair again as if weighing it."No - I don't think we're going to do that," she said with a smile."I'm sorry?" You have such lovely hair, and it's just starting to get to a goodlength. It would be a crime to cut it all off now."She had a point - I had always had a thick. But she didn't much care, as long as she got the drugs.Then she met the mark and his wife late one night in a seedy underground nightclub. His name was Peter and his wife was named Petra. They were both fascinated by her, a rich girl from the best family and highest connections who had willingly debauched herself into the sewers of society. They offered to give her a place to stay and even to provide her with the drugs she needed. She would have sex with both of them, but that was certain.