Second girlfriend 7

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After that mountain climb, I thought our sexual relationship could last a long time. But the day after I returned to school, I received a call from home asking if the girl was with me. I said no, and then the call ended. When I went home for the weekend, I learned that the girl had disappeared. She suddenly stopped coming home overnight, and her parents searched everywhere they could think of, but couldn't find her. I thought she was just going out for a while and would come back, but months passed without a trace. Then, just three days before winter break at the end of the year, I received a call from her saying she had been tricked into going to another province and asked me to send her some money for travel expenses to come back. I quickly went to the bank and transferred the money. The next afternoon, I picked her up at the train station. Seeing her looking haggard as she walked out of the station, completely different from before, evoked a feeling of pity. When she approached, I naturally reached out to hug her, just like before, but she pulled away. She didn't say a word the whole way. I asked her if I wanted to buy her a ticket home or if we should look around first. She said she was afraid to go home, so I took her to a hotel, booked a room, and bought her some food and water. When I returned, she was already asleep on the bed, fully clothed. I put down the things and quietly left the room.
That evening, after dinner, I brought her some food back to the hotel. She was already awake, sitting silently by the window, staring blankly at the city outside. That night, we chatted in bed, and I learned about her experiences over the past few months: She had met a guy on QQ who said he would take her out. She got into his car, and later another guy joined her in the back seat. They had sex in the back, and she didn't seem to care, even finding it exciting. The car kept moving, and she didn't notice anything amiss while she and the other guy were being intimate in the back. Much later, when the car stopped, she saw they had arrived at a small mountain village. She watched helplessly as the two men sold her to an old man in his fifties. The two men counted the money and left. The old man locked her in his house, watching her every day, and slept with her every night. A month later, the old man sold her to another man in his forties from out of town. He drove her to another city and forced her to work as a hostess in a nightclub. She tried to escape several times but failed. Several months later, a kind customer helped her escape. Penniless, she borrowed a phone from a kind shopkeeper to call me and have me transfer money to his bank account before finally going home. Seeing her crying as she spoke, I felt terrible. I held her in my arms, gently stroking her hair to comfort her. After a while, she voluntarily stripped naked and then started undressing me. She took my penis, rubbed it, and licked it with her tongue. After a while, she took it in her mouth and began stroking it. I stroked her hair, watching her earnestly serve me. It was the first time I'd experienced oral sex from a woman. Her technique was excellent; it felt very good. She clearly had practiced. I remembered she never performed oral sex on men before. A few minutes later, I couldn't hold back any longer and tried to push her away, but she held on tightly, her tongue swirling around the head of my penis. I reached my climax and ejaculated entirely into her mouth. She waited until I finished before getting out of bed and going to the bathroom. A while later, she came out and said that this was the last time she could give me this, as she felt "dirty" down there. Hearing this, I felt a pang of heartache. I held her and watched her fall asleep in my arms.
The next day, we took a bus home together. When we got off, she hugged me and, with tears in her eyes, said that from now on, we would only be friends, and she wouldn't look for a boyfriend for a long time until she met someone she could marry. I knew she had truly changed; life had tested her, and she was no longer the willful girl she once was. We walked home, and I wanted to walk her home one last time. When we were about 100 meters from her house, I stopped. I watched her walk away, silently wishing her happiness and joy in the future.

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