The girl was resting on a car-sized balloon full of cum that was once her belly, “Hi girls.” She greeted in her usual blank voice. Officer Zona su...veyed the room and spoke back, “Hello, my name is Officer Zona, are you the molestation victim?” Shirley blinked her eyes a few times, trying to understand the question. “Yes, she is!” Ellen broke the silence, she pointed at Joan, “this futanari raped her, arrest her!” it seemed the word rape helped Shirley understand Officer Zona’s question. “Ellen. Cody put his trunks on and returned to his seat. He looked at me and gloated. I stood there naked, waiting for permission to dress. He said, "I think we made a lot of progress today, cunt. I think you are pretty well trained, considering how fucked up you were when you got here this morning. I may not have broken you yet. But I think I came close. We didn't do everything I wanted to do today. But we had a lot of fun, didn't we?"I looked down at the deck and whispered, "Yes, sir."He chuckled and. She was a squirter so she got her new sheets soaked from her cum. She laid their glowing in the aftermath of a great orgasm.She could smell her discharges and it tranquilized her. Presently, Nancy fell back to sleep feeling her wetness on her legs.After seeing her counselor about her class schedule, she returned to the dorm and met her roommate moving into their cubicle. Her name was Fawn Miller. A stunningly beautiful brunette who looked like she should be a supermodel instead of a. Except for Ali, who seemed ready to kick her in the head. Peter pulled him back.“No fair, Ali. The lady just won. Besides, she’d kick your ass.”“WHAT THE FUCK!?” I bellowed. “GET OFF ME!”“I told you you’d be on the ground within the next ten minutes, didn’t I?” grinned one of the hosts. The woman, thirty and with short, dark brown hair, smiled at me.“Hi. I’m Lara Armstrong. I’ll be your instructor today. And you’re going to be trouble, I can tell.”Peter’s head appeared over her shoulder.“Hey.