I sat in the rooms armchair in a weary but angry contemplation of what I had done to sweet and innocent Daphne. Besides being your average silly teena...e broad looking to grow up, she hadn’t done anything to deserve what happened to her ... and I was not proud of it. I came to realize that Daphne needed a better explanation. It would be the least I could reasonably do to make up for some of what had happened.I rang down to the lobby and talked to the misanthropic dunderhead of a desk clerk once. Someone shouted to him, ‘That Sierra of yours is worth her weight in gold.’ Envy wracked him and he felt ashamed of harboring such a reaction, but he was what he was. Could he live with it? He took another blow with Sierra telling him firmly she didn’t want him there – although to be fair she indicated he could rush back if he must, but murmured astutely that would be a huge declaration of non-confidence in his protégé if he did that. Protégé – at last she accepted she was under his wing. He. I was released from the table and roughly dragged from the interrogation room only to be thrown into the cell full of criminals.All night long I was forced to endure their smelly cheesy unwashed cocks in my mouth and in my macerated bruised cunt and arse, I was cold, tired and effectively a limp rag doll in their hands: They did not just fuck me , they abused my body in every way conceivable, I was cunt and anally fisted and made to lick their hands clean, I was pissed on and in, and even had. I had a lot of fun wearing the tights and stockings and panties that i took on the evenings when Laura was out at the gym or with her friends. A few weeks later myself and Laura and Jackie had all arranged to meet in town and go for tea for a bar meal after Jackie had finished work so she'd still be in her uniform. As i was waiting in the pub where we were meeting i got a text from Laura to say she was running late and would be about another half an hour and she'd texted Jackie to let her know.