I opened my suitcase and pulled out the bikini I wanted to wear for today, it was black and white striped that tied at the neck and on the sides of th... hips for the bottoms. What are you dooing? asked Marc from the bed. Im just getting dressed for today, I said. Come here, He said smiling. No I have to get dressed, I stated, determined to find the teal blue cover-up shirt I usually wear with this bikini. Coome heere, he laughed as he pulled me up by my hips making me shriek. He yanked off my. He looked intimidating he was tall, had black hair (skinhead) and was well built. I despised this asshole he would always call me “ginger” and slap me on the back of the head. The only thing I had over him was intelligence; he was a retard and would only be in school twice a week as the other 3 days he went out with his uncle to help re furbish houses around the local area, it was part of his course. Every time I walked pass him he was bragging to his friends about how he fucked all these. Davis saw her panties. Then she recalled Mr. Davis’ hands moving up and down in his pants while staring at her panties just now. Then, she stared at Mr. Davis’s hands smeared with some white cloudy sticky liquid. Davis’s quickly told her that he spilled glue just now and he needed to wash his hands and he asked her to return to her class to finish up her work.Chapter 3 The last time was a close one. Davis laid low and did not act on his perversion on Abby for the next two classes to not arouse. Weakly, the captive blonde did so almost robotically. She felt the strangers fingers caress around her sex slicked lips, sending more ripples of pleasure through her before not-so-gently pulling the humming vibrator out. "Smell that," the man said to Cindy as he waved the vibrator under her nose, "That's you, Miss Cottrell! That tells me you are enjoying this. Are you enjoying this, Miss Cottrell?" The blindfolded blonde nodded her head weakly. Cindy screamed into her gag as.