#118305 - such a small kid on his first time, and I just couldn't even move for masturbating just a little bit more, and now, lonely on a dirty dark room, having no response of his both strongly bound arms and legs, perhaps already liking this a little bit more every half of an hour, I just began to cry. 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.