"Christ that Mr. Wilson is psychotic!" stated Sean. "He should be in amental home the way he acts!" Who's Mr. Wilson?" asked Joseph, squinting as if h... couldn't see quitewell."He has been your English teacher for the past three years you twat!"said Sean."Is that his name?" asked Joseph."At least he let me off with a warning this time," mumbled Charlie.Sean and Joseph had a tasteful conversation about "shifting girls" theproper way whilst Charlie wandered into yet another daydream. He. You pick up the blindfold feeling its softness between your fingers. The note simply says "Hello Sandi, Glad you could make it. Take your time, make yourself comfortable. When you're ready, text me on my phone. Remove your clothes, place the blindfold over your head and lie on the bed. Think about the stories I've written you."You open your phone and send the message as instructed. You begin to remove your clothes placing them on the chair. Taking a sip of wine, you place the glass on the night. “Good work. When you come back here tomorrow afternoon, it will be a bit more difficult. For now, let’s get lunch. Now, who knows which way camp is?”François was the first to determine which way we had to go, and soon we were back. Lunch was sandwiches, quickly consumed, and everyone rotated to their next assignment. I got Group Two, Lauren’s team, and we walked back up the road. I went through the spiel again, passed out my handouts, and we were off to the races. This group took a bit longer. He was not big, probably only 3/4 inch but it was painful due to how dry it was, he didn't care about comfort, he wanted to inflict pain. I could feel the hairs at the bottom of his belly push against my arse. He roughly pushed in and out of me, a new tear leaving my face with every thrust. Johnny sat in front of me motionless although I was close enough between his legs that I could feel his hard dick against the top of my head through his jeans. I must have been so focused on trying to.