She didn’t understand it. She wasn’t trying to turn anyone else on but she was definitely getting turned on herself. She had never really learned ...ow to master bate, although she sometimes put a pillow between her legs and rubbed it against herself. No pillow here however. She would just have to live with it.Her next class was gym. Normally she would remove her skirt and blouse then put on her gym clothes. Today however, knowing she didn’t have any panties on, she pulled up her shorts before. I pushed her hand away, and helped her into the bathroom. I led her over to the toilet thinking she was about to puke everywhere. Instead, she turned around and sat down on the toilet and started pissing again. If I was had before, my cock felt like a piece of metal at this point. She was so out of it, and was just sitting there pissing as I stood directly over her. I let my cock out of the hole of my boxers again, and started to stroke over her as her piss flowed out of her. When she was done. She continued to wretch and then dry heave for the next 30 minutes. She was sobbing and crying uncontrollably laying in a fetal position in the mud created by her vomit. Darrell was listening through the open window and lay there smiling to himself, reveling in her misery.After a restless and sleepless night in the cool mountain air, Karen went to go inside just as the hint of light began to appear on the horizon. She went up to the door and tried to open it but found it locked. She knew. 'His last sight was of her propped up by her elbows on the bench, her blouse wide open, and her skirt rucked up round her middle.The charabanc journey was slow and bumpy. Tom was seated in the back row of five, between Clara Livingston and Belinda Stourton, both in their best finery. Pierce, the butler, silently sweating in his customary dark suit, with shirt and necktie, was seated towards the front of the vehicle, as befitted his high position 'below stairs', and Mrs Pierce, the Cook, had had.