Your foot moves my skirt and position it to collect the drool. My eyes are watering. You seem angry, like I am the nasty teacher who treated you bad. ...ou fuck my face hard, too hard to be honest, but I am powerless. You realise that this is rough and ease up a little. I had forgotten the ruler on my ass, but I feel a hard sting and I am fully back In the room. My cunt is being mauled by the lads. You let go of my head and move to my rear. The lads make way for you. You tell them to hold my arms. ? Jeezis, what am Isupposed to say?? "Shut up andtorture me, ass hole"?? It reallykilled the mood!?I wishsome of the guys hadn't smelled so bad.?And I wish they would have washed their dicks before fucking my mouth,even just with a damp cloth.? Thoughstrangely, I didn't mind when they fucked my ass until they were about to cum,then pushed their dicks into my mouth and emptied their balls into it for me toswallow.? I would have preferred thatthey didn?t thrust their dicks down my throat every. Part two was to have a special robe made that looked just like the robes used by the basketball team. The important difference was that the cloth was impregnated with a special slow acting drug and dusted with powdered nettles. The drug would kick in when there was an adrenalin dump, like from fear or pain. The nettle dust was everywhere on the inside of the robe except near the edges where someone else might handle it.Part three was to enlist my "Friends of Evelyn." There are always some. She smiled at that - in the last two months she'd had more cocks pressed against her than she'd ever had in her during the last eight years, and that was sad when you considered that Stan was the only man she had ever been with.Stan's constant harping during the same period had finally gotten to her and she began wondering if she could make love with another man. The more time she spent with the guys from work the more she wondered. She wondered what it would be like with Vern? Would he be.