Any resemblance to any actual people or situations is completely coincidental.Since the activities described are non-consensual they should NOT, in my...pinion, take place in real life, and would in fact be illegal and, as faras I'm concerned, immoral. However, some people, including me, enjoy fantasizing about such things.So I present this story as an artistic release of one of my many fantasiesthat roam through my mind. It has depictions of sever sexual torture that would not work it thereal. He returned to the living room and pulled the curtains open a couple of feet. He wondered when Ingrid would return. In the meantime, he became aware of his somewhat ripe body and recognized he needed a shower. They'd been too tired to clean up last night.He undressed in the bedroom and walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He found plenty of bath towels in the closet and for soap and shampoo, he would use Ingrid's. He stood in the shower for several minutes, relaxing and cleaning. It was pouring rain...I went out with my CFM sandals, a skirt that could be lifted up easily and no panties underneath, and a thin cotton white top with no bra. By the time I knocked on the van door, the rain had made my top as translucent as saran wrap and the rain was a little cold so my nipples were sticking out so nicely. They opened the van door and let me climb in. The man sitting on the bench seat moved over for me as I sat down. They were all looking at my top greedily and I liked. " Don't be dopey, Smudge, you can't have Her cock, and Hiscock is a fine upstanding member. Of staff, that is." Did you hear about the bloke called Glascock? You could always see him coming."There was a general round of groans at this, and at this point Mr Corbett, their form master arrived and put an end to any further attempts at humour.After registration Mr Corbett asked Ned to stay."The headmaster wanted to expel you, Kelly," he said. "but most of the staff opposed him, so you're alright.