But Ebony's hatred for Jeanne and Barocca had gone past all levels now. This was no longer a case of 'who had the biggest set', or even any kind of s...xual contest now anymore. After what Jeanne and Barocca had almost done to Dee Dee, and the revelations from the Vectran girls about what Barocca had done to her years ago, Ebony now had a near-lethal hatred for the two girls. It was fortunate that it was now the middle of the night, and that the corridors were now deserted. If anyone had. Tamra floats through it all in a daze. She can still feel the stranger's hands on her body, his cock in her pussy. If she thinks about it, her pussy spasms a little with remembered sensation, and she feels herself growing wet. She tries not to think about it, because she isn't wearing panties, and she doesn't want to get the crotch of her jeans wet. But thinking about her wet cunt is much more preferable than listening to the grating country music.She wanders upstairs where the music is less. She thought for some time but agreed as she had no options, or her future was ruined. For a start I told her to shed away the saree.She hesitated a bit but did that. Then I asked her to open the blouse. She opened two of the four upper hooks but struggled to release the third one as it was jammed being damp. I conveniently put both my hands on the blouse and simply tore it apart. She was shaken with my brash move. Malika’s wet ripe boobs in the white satin bra were a feast to the eyes. The. .” The hand on her thigh was pulling her into each thrust; working her hips to rock her gripping hole along that length inside of her. She was giving in and submitting, she could barely struggle at all and the constant attacks of her sensitive zones were beginning to make her give in and start thrusting back into him with that hand guiding her. His hips began thrusting into her with a more urgent pace, working back and forth with long and rough strokes as he whispered words of praise into her.