This felt even more awful. They packed her cunt. The honey and her feminine secretions drove them into a teeming mass. She was tied so that she coul...n’t close her thighs. The torment of her anus was especially awful. They overran the honey-glazed, puckered opening. The itching sensation was so horrible that she was afraid she might go mad. Her crotch was alive with a thousand ants. A few scouts had followed the trail up her belly to her honey-smeared tits. The creeping, crawling. My index finger sliding under the elastic and feeling how wet she was. At this she wheeled around opened the door to the ladies room and a quick glace around pulled me in. She immediately went to the counter and quickly pulled her skirt up and bent over. I didn't hesitate and unzipping my dick so hard i slip her panties aside and slid in holding inside her for a moment to feel her wetness envelope me. her fist clenched no we began to move together. In the mirror I could see down her blouse now. I quickly cleaned myself up and went back into the room, I didn't want anyone to notice I was up so late at night. When I came back into the room I noticed he had removed the sheets, most likely because they were now stained. He was laying face down, appeared to be sleeping. I quickly got into the bed and tried to go to sleep and forget about what had just happened. I don't know when I fell asleep, but David woke me up around 6:30am. He shook me lightly and whispered "I have to go to school now. “So?” Jess said.“He took my call, I went to see him, and I made it right,” Emma said, all in one breath.“How?” Jess asked, eyes narrowed.“Uh, he, uh, screwed me in the butt,” Emma said. That admission made her blush. Jess’ eyebrows raised in surprise.“Did he now? And you were ok with that?”“Yes,” Emma said. “Actually, he got a case of cold feet and I had to encourage him to go through with it. Because you were right. Completely right. I was wrong. He said he would never have gone to the police,.