I tripped over a bag in the park once and skinned my knee. A grey bag on a gray blacktop walkway. I was mad, so I got up, kicked the bag and hurt my t...e too. Yeah, just my luck. What surprised me was that when I unzipped the bag, it had tools in it, but that wasn’t all. There was freaking bundles of hundred dollar bills too! I figured karma was FINALLY giving me a break until I was surrounded by law enforcement officials telling me to get down and put my hands on my head. That whole shit was. It was why I and my fellow nerd boys and girls ate at the edge of the lunch area.The lunch area was almost like concentric circles of popularity. In the middle tables were the top jocks and the top cheerleaders. As you went out, other jocks and other cheerleaders along with popular boys and girls. Continuing out were the mass middle class of students who were not popular enough to be in the elite but they had enough friends and enough social skills to keep them out of the nerds.Not all nerds. “Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” He asked, pausing in his first thrust. “A... a bit!” I confessed. He drew back a little and pressed gently home again with the same result. I winced again and felt tears running from the corner of my eyes. It hurt! It really hurt! But I couldn’t stop now could I? I couldn’t do that to him and deep down I knew I didn’t want to. It WAS the right time. He WAS the right boy. He loved me. He cared. He was gentle. He was gorgeous. There couldn’t ever be a more perfect. “Aingeal rimmed her, and the sounds she made were so ... inspirational.”Joy spread across Nathalie’s face as she nursed at Aingeal’s nipple. Mistress Kora fell to her knees behind the Zeutchian sex slave. I couldn’t see what our Mistress did, but Nathalie squeezed her blue eyes shut and moaned so loudly.It must be naughty.“That leaves me to enjoy your cunt, lamia,” the aoi si said, moving behind me.I purred louder.“Fuck her hard,” Master grinned at me as he thrust away at Aingeal’s snatch. “I.