“Oh my God, wash it off, get it off me I screamed. Blowjob sex OK, which one of us do you want to play with?” one of them asked. The fact I wasn’t protected didn’t faze me a bit. It broke their heart, being devout Christians, that their daughter was a slut and nympho. We walked into a market full of people, shopping at booths, and men sold stuff out of stalls. A man dropped to his knees between my legs and took off his robe. “Oh, no, no, cut it out of me,” I screamed. ” What’s wrong, Becca?” Iggy asked, coming inside. “Oh, go slow, big boy,” I moaned as my arms hugged my head. I had the baby, a ten-pound boy; of course, he was half-African. “Spread your legs a little,” he ordered. I wanted to stay behind. I’d walk into a house full of men and leave when the house is empty. Finally, I couldn’t hold off Enzi and Zafra; they were horny young
