"Use me..." her words echoed through the walls followed by audible cries of pleasure. Her cries were punctuated by masculine grunts and jeering. "Fuck...that hoe! Fuck her good! I could hear a loud slap ring out."Cream that bitch" another boy cried in excitement. Finally one of the boys shouted "I'm cumming!"There was a brief silence, followed by the sound of loud boys cheering.I heard footsteps on the old creaky floorboards. Was it a teacher? My heart raced. I peeked down the dusty corridor. I’m here for you. Please, let me help you if I can.’ She looked longingly at me for about a minute then gazed into my eyes for a few seconds before slowly leaning forward and kissing me softly. I felt my eyes widen but then I was kissing back, shocked at what was happening but also too tipsy to care, and then my tongue was sliding slowly between her lips. The more we kissed, the more passionate the moment became. This carried on for a couple of very fast minutes until eventually Amy broke the. He knew they chat room was probably going crazy yet again. He didn't care about any of that. He was looking down at the small form in his lap. He looked at the breast pressing out between his fingers. Watched her chest rapidly rise and fall. He reached down and pressed his fingers against the damp spot on her panties. He felt her squirm slightly in his lap. His hard on was nestled tightly in the crack of her ass against the soft cotton fabric. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of her. "Not really surprising of course since she had never seen any one of them before that night. I waited for her to comment on the fact that they were all black, but she never said a word. The men had all been hired from escort agencies, given a picture of Greta and told that she was a rich weirdo that liked to play sex games. Her current game was to pretend she had amnesia and that they were all former lovers who had been invited to the party to see if they couldn't help her get her memory back..