Deciding that my abdomen was pretty much empty, I wiped, pulled my panties back on, and thoroughly washed my hands. Two more pills before the day was ...p. I exited the bathroom right as the third period bell rang.Turns out I could've just stayed in the bathroom and read for nearly half of third period. The program, whatever the hell it was, ran long. I wouldn't be bothered with such "educational" bullshit as a school program on this day. Hell, I wouldn't be bothered by it or bother to be. Wine and words flowed freely. There were only three real topics: whathad happened that day; what was to happen tomorrow; and where wasPrincess Diana.Helena, a tall, slender redhead who was chief of the Queen's Archers,put down her mead. "It isn't a real contest, unless the Princesscompetes," she said. "Diana is one of our best."Oresta, a tall Black with the muscles of a wrestler, laughed. "Perhaps, thePrincess couldn't be bothered to compete."Diana bristled. She could hardly reveal. I did this for around ten minutes, listening to Peters soft moans on every stroke of my tongue, before he asked for mine.'I want you to fuck my throat John! I want your cock!''That would be nice' I said as I stood up, kicked off my trainers, and dropped my jogging bottoms and boxer shorts to the ground. It felt strange with just my t-shirt on, so I peeled that over my shoulders too.I stood naked in front of Peter, my very hard cock pointing away at 45 degrees, throbbing as the blood coursed. One woman became part of our group. Her name was Leila, a short, big breasted Israeli, and Dave, her boyfriend, a bushy haired, bearded hippie dude.The goods-service area at the back of the building became our lunch time haunt. It was rarely used at the time and was the perfect place to smoke a bit of dope before going back to the grind.One lunchtime, I noticed that Leila looked a little quiet. Not her usual ebulient self."Hey! you out of it today?" I asked her."No," she replied, "Dave's.