I was right. My rapist was Mr. Moore.Mr. Moore could be heard joking with the other three men in our cabin last night about how much work I needed bef...re I could be a good cocksucker.He finally moved away and he was replaced by Todd. Todd's cock was impressive, and scary. It was already hard and it looked like it was about eight inches long. It was slightly fatter than Mr. Moore's. But it was that extra inch to an inch and a half in length that worried me.Todd didn't bother with more of their. "What's up?" she asked."I just wanted to make sure you're ok." I said."I'm more thank ok" she replied sounding half drunk. "I met and sucked off so many guys today. Lots fucked me too. Some were drivers or the crew or something. Not sure exactly. I was fucked behind the tents here. I reckon some guys were just walking past and joined in. They walked off saying 'thanks babe'. God it was fun." Brian's looking after you though??" I asked. "Can I talk to him?" Oh Brian. Yeah where is he?" Jordan. ” Ciera took the mirror, led me to Mr. Cagaha’s office and wished me luck with a sly wink. I didn’t understand what she meant about this being a privilege, but I would learn all too soon. Mr. Cagaha’s office was modestly decorated, with a dark wood desk, book shelf, computer, and off to the side was a salon chair with a foot bath. He sat in a leather chair as he worked at his computer. “Ah, Pretty Feet, sit down please.” He gestured to a chair near his desk. Nervously, I sat down, fidgeting. I could see them, as the sun continued to approach the horizon.I knew their function.I remembered their feel on my tongue and lips, as I had caressed her, earlier.I wanted so badly to touch her, to awaken her, to make love with her. Yet I did not want to compromise the enjoyment of my visual exploration.Amy's breathing was slow, deep, and regular. It was causing her chest to rise and fall slowly. It was a motion that I watched, in concert with her pretty breasts, that were exposed to the warm.