Poor, poor girl I am. Why do I need this in my life? I grew up an orphan, was brought up in an orphanage, and then a bright streak came in my life and I was adopted. I was happy early. Oh, how bad it is. Vile, complete, perverts – these are all my adoptive parents, they made me their sex toy and there is no control over them. I’m already used to it, I cry into my pillow at night, and then they come to my bedroom and fuck me. Where should I run?
