My life was looking up.Their tantrums had all but faded into the background and we had decent conversations consisting of a lot more than grunts and g...oans.Early evenings were interesting. The most interesting part of the day for me. Two of us would normally sit on the sofa with one of the boys on the chair to the side while watching TV. Hands would start to wander as the evening drew on and I would find myself draped across Tom or James with their hand down my dress caressing my breasts.We. Twisting them in her strong fingers, she started fucking my ass again, pulling her cock in and out, harder and faster now, drilling my ass with her well-lubricated tool. I groaned again and sweat dripped from her forehead into my mouth, salty, then gone as I swallowed it. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” she said as she drove her cock up my ass again and again. “You’re a little fucking slut, aren’t you? I guess I knew for sure when I saw Tanya fucking you in the ass. Well, you’re my bitch now.. "Look at the good work Paula does on her own fingers and toes. All of these are of Paula." They both giggled. Stephanie took a couple of the photos and shoved them into his shirt pocket. "Why don't you keep these as a momento." Then they fell back to kissing. As business-like as I could, I walked over to the couch and set up my tools. Soon I was busy stripping Stephanie's finger nails and toe nails and adding new colors. The whole while Stephanie sat in Richard's lap kissing him. I hated them. We kinda sneak out in night very often. But that day was totally unusual.I was at my corridor when I heard whispers from the adjacent room. Well girly whispers to be honest. Well I tell you, it really needs nuts and guts for a girl to be in a guy dormitory at that particular time. First I got a little scared.And then got interested. I had one of those early models of pen cameras with me (though it was not allowed to be kept under institution law). I put the camera well hidden in a flower tub to.