Tracy was blushing a deep red now, knowing all the students were watching her and they could see her exposed cunt, with the word “fucktoy” branded...into her skin, along with “slut Tracy” tattooed on her naked ass. she did wonder if any of them could see just how big her cunt had been stretched and if any of them would ever want to fuck her again. Even though she had been put through so much hell, she needed to be fucked all the time, and would gladly lay down and spread her legs for any stiff. ‘It has to be the best in the village’ I complimented and she smiled gently and thanked me for noticing ‘I have seen you jogging past almost every morning and admire you for your devotion to keeping fit. My name is Cecilia by the way, and yours?’ I was thrilled that her response was friendly and told her it was ‘Peter’ but she could call me Pete if she wanted to. ‘Okay Pete, there is no short name for mine that I like so I usually stick to Cecilia.’ ‘It deserves full mention’ I returned. I knew the devastation of being dumped, and I knew she knew it too. One evening, post-dinner, we were canoodling, passionately, innocently, stealing kisses and allowing the larceny to go unpunished, when she suddenly broke whatever kiss it was, and looked me in the eye. ‘Do you find me attractive?’ she asked, softly. A smart-ass answer sprung to mind, I bit it back as I saw the look on her face. ‘You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,’ I replied, quite honestly. She smiled, then, ‘So. Friday evening Alicia got a frantic call from a girl that needed a bag of weed for a party that she was going too. Then when she arrived she didn’t have enough money to pay for what she wanted. She had ten dollars but she wanted two bags of grass. That’s when Alicia told her that if she let me fuck her that I would cover the cost of the second bag. That was when they started making counter offers like one extra bag verses two extra bags of grass, a blowjob verses a fuck in her pussy, and.