#292745 - Yet, I looked closely to him at the moment he was closing that giant door. She didn't had the enough money by prostitution, to continue maintaining herself drugged every day/night, just because she needed to feed me, I was only nine by then, so it was having a job or be sold, and I was just too cute for being sold by such a low prize, since no boy wondering round here had English features I had, not there in Vietnam, so she was just paid well enough for having me there as the new boy who was going to be enslaved. What about the future?, huh, quite an interesting question, shall I just say it may not even be to answer as fast as a tie up guy gets fucked by his own father?, or rather I explain you as the following: perhaps not as a child, perhaps not as a teen, thirteen years may be the exact years for me to think about the right answer, but what if I get old enough to be left on the streets alone?, same I explain, thirteen years are just good enough to get to know about my own