”“I guess I’ll be skipping class then,” Amaya joked.“Oh no,” Wesley said. “I will not have your classes suffer because of me. You will g...t dressed and attend your class like a good student. I will call you with a text message when your hour is up. If you skip class, you forfeit the game.”Amaya bit her lip. This was it? Going to class while in pain? Once again it wasn’t what she expected. He just wanted her to suffer for an hour. Common sense would say this is a perfect time to stop before she. “ look at the lady who wants to be a public convenience”. The man from the next stall was just as filthy and just as big. His green teeth made me want to vomit as he too grinned at me standing in my suspenders with my tits hanging loose and piss and cum dripping from my body.“Oh look she left shit on your dick Bob that wasn’t nice” said Jack as he grinned even more. “Make her clean it” and before I knew what was happening they had forced me to sit back on the filthy toilet and Bob’s dick. Sadly, both men, even in coerced or forced situations, were better lovers than her husband, and her body knew it. “Andre!” she mewed. “I belong to my” her voice moaned loudly. “husband! I’m not for you!” and then she squealed softly.Andre for his part, didn’t care. Here was slick pussy, and he was inside, her body giving him pleasure, and he was taking it all, and would enjoy it for all it was worth. His thrusts were growing rapid, for though he was young and virile, he was still not. My old college boyfriend and I broke up at the beginning of my senior year because he couldn't keep his dick out of the girl who lived in the apartment right below us. I kicked him out and tried to ignore them whenever our paths crossed. I did call the police on them a couple of times when the smell of dope came wafting out of an open doorway or window. Pigfuckers.After graduation, my uncle made a couple of calls and got me a job through a friend of a friend at the beach. I think I was making.