Inside, I locked the door and looked around. It was small with about a foot of space between the floor and the steel walls. I could see part way into ...he stalls beside mine. Oh, dear.I reached up under my skirt and peeled off my skimpy panty. I realized it was damp with my juices. I took it up to my nose for a sexy smell. I figured out how to work in these cramped quarters. Then I hung my panty on the hook inside the door and sat down. Oops. Need to do something with this skirt, I realized. I. Again he responded by grasping the organ andslowly stroking its length while I continued to fingerfuck the slut hole between my legs. I was incredibly turned on by the feeling oferotically exposing my whorish self in such a manner;the excitement was ever increasing. I continued toallow myself to behave in such a way that wasliberating, which allowed me the pleasure of enjoyingthe freedom to be so wantonly fucked and used in sucha way that I had only dreamed of before. How the thrill. I swear my feet never touched the floor. I was seated in my chair before mom reacted. She had a shocked expression on her face as she grabbed her injured hand ... the blood dripped.For those of you who don't recall ... because you're young enough for ballpoints ... exactly what an ink pen ruler is ... I'm gonna tell you, pay attention lest I smack you with one.In days of yore, before some some wise guy printed lines on school paper, students had to line their own paper for penmanship class .... I cried tears till my pillow was soaked. My misery hung like the cloud of a tornado over my head. I was ready to die; the loss of my love was more than I could bear. I finally fell into an uneasy sleep an hour before I had to get up.I had loved going to school here in Moscow where everything so new and different, now it was a drag. I had trouble concentrating and it was almost impossible to finish my assignments. It took a long lecture from my foster parents to straighten me half way. It turned.