It had four big stalls and one small one in the far corner, which I went into. The janitor was called Peanut an older man nearly sixty, sort of bald ...nd thin and really freaky acting sometimes. He was cleaning the sinks when I passed him. He smiled at me with his weird hateful expression and when I dropped my pants and let my pee go I heard the door open and close. Then I heard it open again and lock. The main lights were turned off up front making the room sort of sinister and bleak. As. She pushed my hands off and somewhat feebly climbed up and lay back on the table, her head hanging off the edge. I put my cock to her lips and she opened wide to accept it, I fucked her throat hard, seeing my cock filling her throat with each thrust, hot air from her nose tickling my nuts. As I looked up at that incredible body, the delectable peaks and the valley further south, the tension built in my balls. "Ugh,” was about all I could muster. The release was mind numbing, load after hot. When she sought her revenge on that blonde bitch who had taken her man away.Yes, it was Ellen's fault that Sylvia was now in this degrading and shameful position before the men that she wouldn't have stooped to spit on under ordinary circumstances. Ellen had taken her protector away from her and stolen the position that Sylvia had always possessed, and now she was utterly helpless and vulnerable before Billy's men. But she would get even, she would make Ellen suffer each indignity she was going. .. well it doesn’t matter, you wouldn’t understand it anyway; at Lancaster University. Maybe not the best uni in the UK, but I liked it.That first summer I missed the sailing week. I had graduate school to attend. Tony, Joanne and Sarah wrote often, and we met up at holidays. Sarah went to Oxford. Joanne took a year off. At first everyone thought it was just for a gap year.I got to go to the sailing week the next year. It was great fun! Truly. The sailing was great and I was now regarded as an.