During my fucking, they also made me drink some more alcohol to help me deal with the physical stress of it as well as mitigate my resistance as I did...try to close my legs on multiple occasions as they were fucking me or eating out my pussy. The men, who weren’t fucking me, were also taking videos and photos of me on their phones and after two hours of these guys taking turns fucking me in different positions throughout the night, I eventually passed out.The next morning, I was woken up by. And then Mrs. Robinson was motioning for me to enter the room. I let Gabrielle go, and then followed my professor through the doorway.The two sorority sisters were still in the throes of their latest climaxes, and barely noticed our entrance. But when I stood next to the bed and started to peel off my clothing, we had their full attention.Mrs. Robinson had a blood sample gun and calmly took quick blood samples of both girls and then left the room. The blondes submitted calmly and then returned. Fuck me... I'll be waiting" one the most. That was the text that got me a phone call. The rest just described what I wanted him to do to me and what I wanted to do to him.It wasn't completely my fault. He had teased the ever loving hell out of me last night, before making me cum. I figured turnabout was fair play. I just dragged it out a bit longer than he did.I never bothered putting another pair of panties on under my skirt. I didn't see the point when he was just going to take them off when. Did not hurt her but let her know she was not dealing with a little boy. I left her sore and satisfied to the point she did not want more on the way back. Just more stories, supported by the driver. Evidently this had been this crews actions for generations at this farm. The first were hookers hired to keep the farmers with this Co. Hookers would give BJ or anything the farmer wanted. Was a benefit of growing for this Co. Was big bucks and the hookers made big bucks for the service. Later.