I glanced up nervously, looking for any sign of the booths. Finally, I spotted it. A large white sign said "Buddy booths" with an arrow pointing to a ...eemingly dark downstairs area. I swallowed hard as I approached the stairs. I'll either have a great time down there exploring, or be killed. I decided to roll the dice. At the bottom of the stairs I could see a dimly lit hallway with many doors to secluded rooms. I could hear loud music playing from some of them, and thought I heard faint. All this loving on a Sunday afternoon would want fulfilment, now I wanted some of her, I really did, wanted to touch her and explore those still well formed nipples and that tight bum that particularly looked good in her tight crimson stretch trousers she wore beforehand, it was just crying out for attention - my attention and how!I slowly remover her overdress, she stood there quietly, eyes closed, savouring the moment then she kissed me again, an exploring kiss, her tongue finding my tongue. Even the teachers were prejudiced. The bullying was horrid.My villain was Rupesh Dutt. Unlike his name, he was an ugly toad with a physique barely different from mine. The difference between us was his monthly 5 figure pocket money from his rich ‘widow’ cougar mother. I worked part-time in data entry for mine. I was always in the hostel, so easy target. The bullying included but was not limited to wedgies, swirlies, streaking, caning, and abusing, all of which the warden considered harmless. Your head rocks back as you moan out loud, perhaps a bit louder than is safe. You twist your head to the side and bite my thigh trying to stay quiet…I move my fingers in and out of you faster and harder,..my tongue now a blur against your clit as I try and make you scream in your office. You bite harder, sucking, marking my thighs with hickeys as you struggle to control your volume but not wanting to stop me either. You fight to keep your orgasm away for as long as possible knowing you will.