I have big hands.After a few minutes she is crying again. But her nipples are hard.I stop. Kiss each breast. Slowly. Licking the skin, sucking the red...marksI've left. Her nipples fill my mouth as I suck, and she gasps as I flickermy tongue over the tip. I stand back. Nod. Her breasts are red, bruised,rope marks burned around them. Quickly I check her cunt. And smile. She'ssweating, breathless, still horny..."Stand straight." She obeys, tries to anyway. I loosen off the rope holdingher arms up. I am in a room with 12 guys all with massive cocks between 9 and 10 inches except for one that is 13 inches and its being forced up my tight tight very very tight little white ass by the big body builder that is literally ****ING my infront of the 11 other guys who are watching and wanking and laughing at me. So there i am on the floor screaming the house down while being abused like a sex toy for the enjoyment of a bunch of sadistic straight men who just like the power they feel from forced. She seemed 'very' familiar and flirted shamelessly with both Tom and Robert but didn't go off on a 'nooner' (or lengthy trip to the supply room) with either of them, at least on that particular day when I first saw her, but everyone was pretty busy that first Friday and I suspected that the normal 'fun' was on hold.The only other interesting character was an old assistant plant manager named Abercrombie who wore a badge with Employee No. 3 on his old torn and greasy coveralls. He looked to be. She wanted to know what it was about. I told her it was personal but could involve the police. She made the appointment, reluctantly.“The Father Director was useless. Typical Church bureaucrat. I told him everything and that Chapoutier could be doing this to other girls. He turned beet red and started huffing and puffing. I thought he might explode. ‘It’s not possible! Monsieur Chapoutier has taught here for twenty-five years. He’s married with five children. How can you accuse him of such a.