I mentioned this stuff before, dad taking me to a party for grown men. I think the worst part was when...um...I was being penetrated in front of the rest of the guys, they were watching off-camera.
The guy was forcing me to keep having orgasms, and they were cheering and clapping.
...Sorry.
That was something dad liked to do too, so it actually happened fairly easily, I couldn't help it. It actually hurt after the first few times.
I was horribly embarrassed...

It's so bizarre I don't really want to believe it? That I got passed around at a party?

But when I described the house, my mom knew it...it seems the couple that lived there were my dad's friends?
That mom and dad had been over to play cards a couple of times?

...begging the question... How did a college educated person come to be friends with an irregularly-employed and uneducated couple? um...my mom described the couple as " trashy"?
Not that I'm being snobby so much, as all my friends are broke-ish. It's that my dad would not have met the man at work, would not ordinarily have reason to strike up a friendship, you know?

...Something else. Apparently the guy member of that couple rented me from dad a number of times afterward. I think he just took me and had me in his car or something.
This would explain why I find French-kissing triggering. Dad hated me. I mean, I was a great ego-boost for him, but he really was taking rage out on me in a sexual fashion, so tenderness wasn't something he did. Kissing? No.
Apparently this guy was very touchy-feely sexually.
Oddly enough, I don't really hate this guy. I ought to. I just feel kind of...blank towards him.
My alter, who's sort of passing me these memories, says his mouth tasted like an ashtray...but he petted us nice.
I was a really lonely kid.