The next day In class i wasnt with it, to many things going through my mind it seemed like all the boys were looking at me , knowing what happened, I ...ish i had dressed differently, black skirt, white dress shirt with a pullover sleeveless sweater, it was tight fitting ,I knew my nipples were showing just from thinking so much about the night before I finally made it through the day, decided to stay and mark a few papers, then there was a knock at my door, it was jeff "can I talk to you miss. I was angry, livid with rage. I threw myself into the gym, worked out constantly, ate only vegetables and protein shakes until my hard work began to show, losing my precious thigh dimples and muffin top. I was strong, finally. I was broken, but beat the shit out of him mentally instead of destroying myself. I wanted something physical tonight, and so I began my search. In these heels I was almost taller than the boys that awkwardly mingled in the rooms that were full of other drunken girls.. I then expected the music to start and for him to take a seat in one of the many cushy chairs surrounding my cage, but the music didn’t start. Instead he approached me, looking up at my face, smiling at how the big ballgag stretched my jaws and how I was completely unable to do anything about that.“I’ll leave you here for about an hour while my guests arrive,” he said to my shock. “When they get here you’ll start dancing. You’ll notice that the small size of the openings between the wire. Fascinating. I couldn't have looked away under threat of death. It was positively hypnotic.The sight of Fred's prick pumping between his mother's spread legs was like a drug. I knew I should be repulsed, but instead I was giddy."Oh, fuck me, Sonny," she was moaning. "Fuck me harder... , harder!" "I'm fucking you as hard as I can, Mom," he whined in a screechy bleat that must have gone back to his puberty days when his voice was changing. Obviously his mother's cunt was a kind of time machine.