Hoping Steve and the mystery father would get the message that I wasn’t playing today. I noticed that several of the guys were sniggering at me as I...sat down at my desk opposite John, the newest member of our team. Then I heard a sound I recognised coming from John’s computer. It was my own voice, moaning in pleasure. Steve’s video of me stroking my pussy was playing on John’s machine. I daren’t look up from behind my screen. Who had he sent it to? How many of them had seen it? I realised I’d. The man pulled the door harder. It didn't even budge. Rachel looked down to see if the cast was damaged. There was no way to find out. Her lower body was covered with large pieces of the broken dashboard. She tried to move her legs, but they were trapped in the wreckage.A group of paramedics arrived at the crash scene. One of them examined Rachel's eyes."I think my arm is broken," Rachel said."I'll take care of you as soon as the firefighters cut the door open," the paramedic answered."Thanks!. Running my hands over his back and sides (being careful not to pat his head) I then started rub his tummy. He was getting excited as I reached his sheath. His cock started to peek out and I rubbed it. It was hot and slippery. “Good boy” I said “show me your lovely cock”. I kept rubbing and I could feel it getting larger. Rubbing turned to stroking as it grew and he gave a whimper. I wasn’t sure if he enjoyed it but I was starting to feel tingles in my pussy.“Yes baby I think he likes it” Greg. Trouble was school was boring and predictable, and our soul mates became our lesbian lovers.After lights out, we would slip into each others beds and have sex, a dorm full of heaving teenage girls giggling and licking with loud slurping noises, which takes me back to my opening line about,'To much and things like that'.I was a tall gangly girl, long legged, and hence my nickname, 'Filly'.I knew Mr Sweeney was sweet on me, (No pun intended) and the row upon row of glass jars fill with candy of.