I left home at 17. My parents were divorced and my father an alcoholic, so I lived with my mother and her boyfriend. He was a complete wanker and on a number of occasions he felt me up and one evening when I came home to drunk to push him away, he fucked me on the kitchen floor whilst my mom was asleep upstairs, but that’s another story I may tell you about one day.

I woke up on the kitchen floor, my cloths ripped and my legs spread wide and my mom’s boyfriends cum leaking out of my virgin pussy. At that moment I regretted not having done it with my boyfriend and now I would have the memory of being raped as my first time. I also decided that it was time to get out before he did something worse.

I found an apartment and went to court to have myself declared an emancipated minor. That meant I got a little money of the government and a part time job that was enough to finish school. The apartment was ok, a bit small with a bedroom and kitchen and was £300 a month, which was good for London. The owners, as a guy called John and his wife. He was in his late 50s was a massive bear gut They had a daughter who was 19 and a 15 year old son, so I figured all would be ok. Whenever he came for the rent, I always noticed how he checked me out.

When I turned 18, and finished school, I stopped receiving the money from the government which made money tight, but I still had enough to start university. About 6 months into my course I lost y job, the recession was hitting everyone hard. At the end of the month my landlord came for the rent. He let himself in as usual and came into the kitchen.