After my husband ran away at night, leaving me with debts, I was no longer allowed to hide my breasts or stand still.She makes me wear clothes that expose my breasts and make me walk around the city at night, and every time I expose myself to the public, my heart is broken, but he plays with my breasts like a toy, grabs them, shakes them, fondles them, and takes control of me as if it were obvious, ``You're my masturbator.''scared.It's embarrassing.I want it all to stop....But...I really hate myself because every time my chest is touched, every time I'm carried around, the heat slowly spreads deep inside me.Even though I hate it--I'm most scared of myself because I can't stop it.
