Not until I was made to suck his cock by force one last time. My torn skirt lay across my head and my bag was next to me. She didn’t and I ran a bath and put ice on my swollen face before going to bed. It began to seem my time after school was no longer mine but my judgment was too clouded to see it. Around the schoolyard my reputation was growing as the school slut. Even the teachers knew not to push him too far, so he basically did as he pleased. Then he brought in a new scam called “Friday fuck for a fifty.”
It all went down after school in his parent’s bungalow. If he knew of my MC connections he would probably tread more cautiously.
