Kirsten occasionally caught snatches of tunes as they thundered by. Was that fucking Fatboy Slim? And later she was sure she heard the distinct beat a...d vocals of ‘Age of Love’. Occasionally, she looked into the faces and not just the bodies of the people gathered around her in this impromptu orgy of theirs. Would she normally have allowed such a fat arsed bloke with his long hair still inside his floppy hat take her up the arse like that? But who fucking cared? It was up there. Pushing up and. Ignores your pussy and goes straight for your ass.”“What?” I gasped, my asshole clenching and my pussy tingling.Samantha nodded. “Kenya took it up the ass from her after classes two weeks ago.”“I'm not into futas,” I said, squirming.“Yeah, me either,” said Samantha. “I prefer a pussy with no dick.”Jade nodded her head. “You better get that ass moving. President McTaggart's gonna have you spanked if you don't get down there.”“They don't do that,” I muttered as I rose, my pleated skirt swirling. I had finished with the reader and needed some other way to hold her attention."I would say no, but then that is all she can say. Why don't you call and ask?"The young newspaper lady, named Deloris, looked up the number for me. The rape victim was June Silvers. She informed me that she did not wish to discuss it. With that she hung up on me. I couldn't really blame her for not wanting to relive it."So much for that," I said as I stood and stretched. When I stretched I lost my balance then. She turned back to the two males who now had appendages that appeared to be much less formidable than when they had been held by their hands. She instructed them, almost contemptuously, to cover themselves up and for them to resume their duties telling Thomas to bring the Chaise so that we might return to the house.On the ride home I assailed my wicked mentor with questions, there was so much of which I had seen and what was done that made me even more inquisitive. I asked from where the black.