"you don't look like a six. are you a six?"the blond one smiled up at me. I had no idea... "oh, right like SHE gets a vote!" at this they both laughed... the little brunette broke in-"ok, let's start over! her face?" hmmm... I'd say a... two." a TWO!! wow. really?oh, c'mon she's not that bad!" "I don't like her nose. It's too puged. and her cheeks are too... round. she looks like... porky pig!" this really busted them up.i've never liked my round cheeks or pugged nose either,and was afraid they. I knew Art had a crush on me, but I also was damn pissed that he looked up my skirt ant my panties.That was the determining factor for why I went along as the rest of the class did, but I was the most culpable because I had given him my majorette present of a super hard paddling. Without me, it just wouldn’t have happened. He was required to spin the dial on the game of ‘Life’ which was part of the game board. Marty spun the dial and it stopped on four. I failed to bail him out and we all heard. He starts moving slowly, pulling halfway out before pushing back in. I try to relax the best I can, but it hurts so much. He pulls mostly out, and I can feel him adding more lube onto his cock and on my hole. He pushes back in slowly."There, is that any better?" He asks."Ah, a bit," I whine. He starts moving slowly, in and out."Tell me whore, have you ever had a cock up your ass before?" he asks. I shake my head."No, Master. Just fingers and a toy, but never a real cock," I admit quietly."Oh?. I stood up from my seat and walked towards the toilet. Sophia was standing talking on the plane phone. She was fully dressed again and flashed me her stocking tops. That didn’t help me. I walked into the toilet and locked the door.I pulled down my trousers and had to push my cock down towards the bowl to pee. It was one of those pisses that feel great. As I was about to pull up my trousers I heard the door click. The door was pushed open, and Sophia squeezed in.She smiled at me, twisted around.