“Well, no” she began. “There really isn’t much to explain. I wanted to fuck you. All those girls wanted to fuck you. I had some dirt on them a...d they all had some dirt on me so we all promised not to grass on each other if we kept our mouths shut and worked together to get a piece of your cock! That’s it really.”“But who are they all? And whose backyard is that?” asked Jack again.Rachel just said, “Oh, they are just kids I know. Some from the Junior Cheerleading Squad and some are just friends. It was a slow gesture matching her weak smile. ‘You look at little tired and might like to rest a little in my rooms.’ ‘That’s a very sweet offer, but are you just trying to get me into your lair?’ ‘No. You just looked worn out.’ ‘Let’s just sit outside. It’s a warm evening and I like the shadows – no matter how cosy your rooms.’ ‘You and your passion for shadows.’ ‘Is my preference too old school for you?’ ‘No, not all,’ he replied standing up and then, taking the flagon of wine from the. The first onebecame a makeshift corset. It was difficult, but the next roll coveredmy arms all the way to my wrists. I would have done the hands, but I wasafraid that I wouldn't be able to get the handcuffs locked on if I did.There was still more tape. "In for a penny, in for a pound," I thoughtand started to wrap it around my head. This was going to pull my hairout in the morning. I kind of liked the idea of being a bald sissy slut.When I was finished, there was only a little skin showing. It was an almost perfect trip and the victorious team was returning to the school grounds with the boisterous crowd of happy youngsters when a front tire blew out and the driver lost control of the bus allowing it to flip over on the asphalt highway. Fortunately, none of the girls were killed and the driver only suffered minor injuries but Doris was terribly unlucky by being crushed by some heavy equipment at the back of the bus. She was unconscious when they pulled her out and rushed to the.