I sat up on the sand, pulling my knees up under my chin, hiding my freshly-violated vulva from the man who had just taken my most precious possession....Ashamed, I couldn’t look him in the eye.“Robbie I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to... I mean, I couldn’t help myself...” he protested.‘Don’t say that! Don’t apologise! Don’t say it was an accident!’ I silently begged.“Was it your first time?” he asked, stroking my arm with his fingers.“Y... yes,” I confessed.“I thought it might be,” he continued. “I’m. ” She smiled. “Go ahead. Give me your best shot.”“I dare you to run to the mailbox and back.” Marcela said.“Okay.” Belinda smiled.“Naked.” Marcela finished. Belinda looked at her sideways. “What? Neither of you had to get naked!” she shouted. Marcela laughed and said “Yeah, but I’m your best friend and I’ve seen you naked before, and he’s your boyfriend and he’s seen you naked before too.”Belinda laughed pitifully. “This is bullshit. So I’m stuck getting naked all night because of this?” I have. It was just drudgery. None of them lasted long enough to get me excited, even if I could have under these circumstances. They laughed and joked, all at my expense, as I serviced them. There was no foreplay, hardly any touching. They pretty much ignored my breasts and just filled whichever hole was vacant after one of the young men in front of them had cum.It actually wasn't much more than fifteen minutes before I was on my way back to the pool. I had provided relief to all eight of them. It had. Then he got up himself and checked the Time Lord email account. Ms Rohn’s crack count was up to 36.Matt had managed to track down current contact information on the former dean, John Sanders, who Ms Rohn got fired. Mr. Sanders, was forced completely out of academia, but he was currently making a modest living writing historical fiction. He composed an email to the former dean. It read:Valarie Rohn has finally pissed off the wrong person. I know what she did to you and I know how she did it. I.