The dull ache of my ass felt a million miles away. In fact, it felt good."Mmmmm," I murmured, as it throbbed in time with my heart. The egg inside me ...as quiet now, in harmony with the rest of the room. Rousing myself, I blinked my eyes open. Before me tiny beads of moisture were sparkling on my upper arm, shimmering and cooling as I exhaled over them. Goosebumps broke out on the back of my arms and the outside of my lewdly spread thighs. I swallowed, breathing hard through my nose as the image. She said that they guessed I was close by and that if I stayed hidden they would take my uniform with them. I stepped out from the bushes trying to cover my erection with my hands. They screamed with laughter. I was told to take my hands away and come closer. As they sat and drank their cider they made me run around and jump so that they could laugh at my cock waggle. Finally I was told to come for them. I stood in front of them and wanked as they opened their legs and showed me their knickers.. It was whiskey. "I don't like whiskey," I shouted to be heard.The shout back was, "You need whiskey." She was right. The soothing burn blunted my anger and worries. I asked Zoe why Beth was so keen on dancing right in front of Karla when she could be with the other guy."She's cover," whatever that means. "Karla has nothing under that dress." My eyes shot back down. Why underwear matters to me at this point was irrational, but for some inexplicable reason I needed to know. No underwear only made. 45PM and crowd was only increasing. My mom called sounding worried. I reassured her that I will take the next bus no matter what and be home.Bus arrived, as I ran towards it, I was crushed between 4-5 men trying to get in. They practically crushed my boobs and ass and arms. I didn’t care and alighted the bus. I was on the second step of the bus. There were men ahead of me and 3 men behind me of which one was hanging and I felt sorry for him and tries pushing ahead so they can all come in, but.