Summer 1975. I was on a Greek island with Molly, my girlfriend. The last evening I lost my wallet and all my money. The hotel owner had always smiled at Molly. Next morning when it was almost time to leave and I couldn't pay, Molly said she'd take care of it. Ten minutes later, she came back and said it would be okay but it was me he wanted, not her. No way, I said. Don't be silly, she said. Don't tell me you've never wanked with another guy. Anyway, it's that or the police. We had a fight and I gave in. I'll be there if you like, she said. Again I said no way but a few minutes later she called down to reception to tell the guy he could come up. He told me to take my clothes off while he did likewise and Molly watched. She told him she liked his cock. Man, was I embarrassed with her there and everything. I lay down on the bed. He straddled my chest and said to Molly to put it in. She took his cock and shoved it in my mouth. I'd never done it before but I knew to suck it. I heard Molly move and she gently masturbated me which calmed me down. By this time he had a really stiff boner that I thought would choke me. Before I knew what was happening, he flipped me over and stuck his cock in my asshole. Because it was wet from my mouth, it went up me easily all the way. I was aware of Molly leaning over us with her hand on his back while he fucked me and I found I really liked her seeing me get it done to me. When he'd finished, he took Molly downstairs. He came back a few minutes later and said, she's gone home, you're staying. Then he raped me in the ass again. I stayed for a month being his bitch and loved every minute. I never saw Molly again and I've been some guy's bitch ever since.