I grew up in a strict, christian household. Church every sunday, praying every night and so one. My parents divorced and my mother remarried. The first time I met him, he had helped me explore my body. He had told me it was natural and in the bible it said that a man should love his women. He hadn't taken my virginity, but he made me sleep in his bed and I would be naked, ready to c*m whenever he wanted it. Well, he had promised me that on my 18th birthday, he would sleep with me, and I was so excited. As usual, I slept in his bed, and he woje me up 11.30 pm so he could prepare me. He tied my wrists to the bedpoasts as well as my ankles, pushed pillows under my back so my back was high up, and my head so far down in the bed I had no idea what he was doing, and he started to eat me out. I m
