All these thoughts did nothing, of course, to cool the ardor in her crotch. She began to rub her clit. She massaged the throbbing nugget with her palm...and rubbed it between her thumb and fingers, until it was incandescent with passion. She moved away from the mirror, and stretched out on the bed. Holding her cunt lips spread open with the fingers of one hand, she finger-fucked herself slowly with all four fingers of her other hand, while her thumb swept back and forth across her tingling carnal. .It was back in college days, i had lesson and asked teacher if i could go toilet. He allowed me and off i went.I had to go to the main reception to get toilet keys (toilets neve stayed open during lesson times). Got key and unlocked door and entered toilet.As i was washing my hand another boy David a year below me came in, he was just washing his hands looking at me, i thought nothing of it, then Ben a boy a year older entered toilets as well. He was a big guy and everyone was scared of him,. As the men around him urged him on and called her names in the process, he pounded away between her thighs until he could hold back no more. He had hardly caught his breath before he was told to make way for someone else. Georgina enjoyed the scramble; enjoyed the eagerness of the men wanting to get between her legs; enjoyed their eagerness to satisfy themselves with her body. She enjoyed being in demand. It might have looked as though it was they who were in control; that they might have been. They’re broken enough to obey about 90 percent of commands on the first command without cropping, but they whine in plain English about sixty percent of them.? ?Why would anyone want an insolent slave? For that matter, who wants a ponyslave who doesn’t know she’s not allowed to speak at all?? ?That’s where the thrill part comes in. They left them as partially broken brats so that the buyers can beat it out of them. You’re buying a bratty, annoying bitch who you can put in her.