I tend to "not notice" and so avoid the sin of "ogling", a reaction to the verbal abuse from so many who'd felt violated that I even looked at them, m...ch less at what they had on display.It was not reassuring to watch the jocks-- and the jockettes-- gloat over having what they'd thought, then, were "high" scores. The highest score we heard boasted of was from one of the least offensive members of the Basketball team who had gotten a 5.9. It seemed that many of the most arrogant asses weren't. A sense of relief flowed over her, they must have caught whoever did this – she thought. ‘Thank you so much for saving me’ said Jenny, her voice full of gratitude. ‘Did you find Kelly? When can we go home? The man looked bemused, ‘go home? He asked, puzzled. ‘You requested to be here, you volunteered for the program’ Concern returned to Jenny face: ‘What program? We didn’t ask for anything, we were kidnapped. You did this? Why? Why have you done this to me? Where is Kelly? ‘Oh Fuck!’ the man. She looked at the picture of the girl leaning back spread legs and fingering her pussy and she looked back at me and said like this. as she assumed the same position. This time it was my turn to groan as I reached down and adjusted my cock through my open pants. she was rolling her head back and was really getting into fucking herself with her fingers as I watched. First one then two fingers were slipping in and out of her very wet pussy and I could see the slick juices on her fingers and she. As he continues to spank me with the paddle my body jerks and stiffens with each swat.Occasionally he’ll rub my ass cheeks but it doesn’t comfort me at all. Again he repeatedly swats my ass with the hard wood paddle. As much as it burns and hurts it’s causing my pussy to flow juice so much it coats my inner thighs.His violence to my body gets more intense. My ankles are strapped to mounts on the floor, hands cuffed and pulled high up and back to where they felt like they were going to come out.