We turned up a gravel road and parked in a grove of trees. It was dark, but moonlight and light from the car radio enabled us to see each other quite...well. There was an awkward moment. It seemed obvious that she wanted to make love, but did she really? I asked, “Do you want to sit in the front or in the back? She looked at me with a funny, mocking sort of look. “The front seat is fine.” So I really didn’t know any more than I did before. But then she opened her slacks and pulled them off. The man looks down and guides her head and she cleans up the last drops from his cocks and she smiles. I will recommend him for Judicator training indeed. The cunt, still on her knees recomposes herself, and begins to reach up for a glob of cum on her chin and catches my stare. She stops and allows the cum to dangle there waiting for her next instructions. “Leave the cum on your face. You are not to wash it off your face until tomorrow after school. Report to your class president tomorrow. Her hands were raised high above her head bound together with rope. The rope was hung over a cross beam with the other end of it tied to a large metal hook in the wall behind her. Though fully clothed, she knew that she wouldn’t be staying that way for very long. There were men in the room with her. She couldn’t see them. She didn’t know them and she didn’t even know how many were there with her but she knew they were there. She could feel their presence. She could feel them looking at her;. By then I had stopped crying but the marks of the tears were eminent on my face.Here I should state something that happened after the film. This was filmed on an actual subway train and all the people were looking at us astonished. After the film, the man who molested me, helped me up and cleaned my pussy, apologising if he got rough with me. I said that it was okay and he smiled.Then the producer, who was always behind the cameraman said to me,– currently there is a breast cancer awareness.