Trails of moisture run down my cheeks. I need get out, I need to leave. I jump up from the bed clutching the quilt to my chest. I scan around the room...looking for my clothes. My inner schoolgirl stands there mocking me with an “I told you so” look on her face. With my back to you I quickly pull my camisole top on and reach for my skirt. “Where are my panties?” I half yell at no one and everyone at the same time. I can’t see clearly from the tears in my eyes. I pull my skirt on and hastily zip. ‘Thank you John…’ Carol wandered off to her room and found it small, a single bed in the corner, a dresser, and she had her own TV. She didn’t watch it much but it was nice that she had her own little sanctuary to hide in. She set about taking her clothes out of her suit case and arranging them neatly in the drawers. When she finished and walked back into the living room she saw the younger people, the ‘students’ as she thought of them, arranged around the kitchen table. Beers and sodas in. The contrast between this seeming act of kindness, and the brutality of the fucking I was taking, took me to new heights of pleasure. As I found myself reaching a climax the big cock in my mouth suddenly released a huge stream of hot salty cum, which I swallowed as best I could, but large gobs of it dribbled down my chin and began to drip on the carpet. At the same time the thrusts in my bruised arse became faster and deeper, and with great shudder and a groan of pleasure his cock squirted its. This time, he had used some English when he repeated his words about loyalty, trust and the importance of man keeping his promises. The only problem was that I could not remember him promising me, anything. I decided that I should start up to build my physical endurance. I'd also need to find out if there was any way to teach myself some self-defence ... or something more dangerous, if possible.Some of the local news became national before they started to wind down. Carl yelled about conspiracy.