“Course she did, the fucking cow, is this the sort of parties her older sister went to? The fucking slut. Well she wasn’t a slut.”“Leave me al...ne, please, I don’t want to,” Beth said again. She felt her knickers being pulled to one side, and a mouth on her pussy, a wet tongue licked her clit. She tried to protest, but the words never formed, as her legs were pulled wide apart, and the tongue moved lower, onto her now wet cunt.Paula pulled Beth’s thong to one side, and licked her cunt. It had a. Let’s continue with the story in her words.In Rohitha’s words:The next day, I went to college as usual but feared getting caught cheating in tests and sexcapades. When the class started, I wondered where is Sujeet, the asshole who blackmailed me. Since he was late, I thought he didn’t make it to the college that day and felt a little relaxed. I was engrossed in the class as I was more interested in physics. A boy came and sat next to me. I didn’t mind since I was busy listening to the class.. But it was her. As much as I prayed this was all some horrible mistake, it was my beloved wife. I nodded again as the tears poured down my face.I didn't watch as he covered her head once more and slid the tray back into the locker. I was staggering toward the door and desperate for some place to empty my stomach. The attendant must have realized what was about to happen and guided me to a large steel sink and gave me some privacy while I attempted to cough up the remains of my breakfast. He ran. Everything hurt. I remember the rope burning into my wrists and ankles. I think I was spread eagle, I don’t bloody remember what position I was in. What did they do to me? I remember the whip, the paddle, the hands slapping me all over my body. I remember feeling pins dragging up my instep making my feet arch. I remember teeth biting my neck until I felt warm fluid flow in between my breasts. Was that blood or was that someone’s drool. Shit, I don’t remember!I can’t take it anymore, the.