Get up, go to school, stare at some tits, come home, stare at some more tits. And then somewhere between staring at tits and staring at more tits I go... a text message from my mate. Nothing out of the ordinary, asking if I'd like to meet up with him in the park, by the old shed up the back. I replied saying "Of course! I'll bring my football. See you then". And with that I got dressed and left.I stood around for 5 minutes before texting my mate, asking him where he was. He replied by saying. I was angry and my face was blotchy and red in my humiliation. He finished and then went to the tub, I started to follow him and he turned, slapping me hard, "get the fuck back over there, toilet whore." I quickly returned, leaning my head against the rim of the toilet bowl. He followed me and kicked my legs apart, dropping to his knees behind me he rammed his cock into my ass, dry and unready, I screamed, my head hitting against the inside of the toilet bowl as he roughly fucked me, "nasty. I thought that this was building up to another question and indeed it was.“Did you like looking at my pussy?” she asked.My mouth dropped open and nearly hit the floor. I was shocked, I went as red as a beetroot as I blushed, and before I knew it, my embarrassment had already told her the answer to her question.“Please, don‘t be embarrassed,” she continued almost immediately. “I did it on purpose, I figured you would be looking.”I was still gob smacked and didn’t know what to say.“Do you like my. . you know what, I’m betting you get the idea. So here we go. I understand you were with Mary Jane Norris last week. Tell me where and when the last time you saw her was, and where you think she might be right now.”Nick started softly sobbing.“Nick, it’s your turn,” Taylor said, nudging him roughly with one boot.“Yea, I was here with her on Saturday, man,” Nick said, wiping his nose, blinking away tears. “We were going to dance for a while and party, then the bitc ... ahhhh.”Nick’s speech ended.