I was sitting up on my knees as both of us were pulling my clothes off and I squirmed about in a sexual way, knowing what was about to happen. I could...'t help much with his because I was pretty smashed at that point. He was a tall muscular guy. He got on top of me and I felt his warm cock against my wet pussy and clit. He worked fast and I could tell he knew what he was doing and that was exciting. I couldn't wait to get fucked by a pro. I never got a good look at his. "I told her not to fuck you until you were completely well. She never listens to me. I suppose you didn't even use a rubber," Andrea said sounding like she was the mother. "Yes, we did, look in the wastebasket." She reached in the wastebasket, pulling out the rubber that had been neatly tied so it did not leak out. Andrea made a sound of disbelief as she said, "Never heard of her passing up a chance to drink kum. You sure someone else..." She left the question unfinished. I hastened to tell her. I got to work and soon had cleaned up every last drop.My cock, flaccid now, fitted into the cage. I was a little disappointed as the padlock was snapped in place. Jaq remained and helped to get me prepared for the guys' visit. Panties and stockings on, the basque was next, all the items were a perfect fit. The black patent high heels finished the look perfectly.Jaq was determined to make me look good and sat me at her dressing table. Lipstick and eye make up were next before she rummaged around. Sometime around mid-morning, she called a recess and opened her backpack to produce some ham and egg sandwiches and a thermos of coffee. She must have got up early to cook our breakfast. My back was starting to get achy from being hunched over, so I was more than ready for a break.Cheyenne handed me one of the sandwiches and asked, “So how long are you planning to live the life of a wandering minstrel?”I shrugged, “Don’t know. I guess until I find a reason to stop. I’d like to go to school.