She said, “Arjun. Do you like me? “. I said, “Of course I do”. There were still 6 hours left for the main door to open. I said to her, ” I d...n’t know how long we are gonna stay like that”. I didn’t have any piece of cloth on my body. My big cock caught her eyes’s direction. She said, “Ufff..I can’t hold it. Do something arjun”. She grabbed my cock with her soft hand. I gasped. She watched me with her big eyes. I forced my lips upon her and smooched her. I licked her tongue and lips.She ran her. She was also the girlfriend of the football team captain. She got him to get the team to stand up for me – and that was the end of the harassment. The team kind of adopted me as their unofficial mascot.“I used to have wet dreams about her, though, even though I knew she was totally out of my league. Yet, more than anything else, I appreciated that she didn’t have to help me, but did it because she felt it was right. The three of us – she, the football captain, whom she later married, and I –. She felt warm tears trickling down from her eyes as the pain spread. Once again, her eyes locked to the mirror and saw the desire- inflamed faces of the other two men as they moved closer in toward her up-raised buttocks to watch the heated rod of thick hard flesh that was slipping deeper and deeper into the warmly soft depths of her defenseless rectum. Suddenly, with a loud smacking noise, Ernie's sperm-bloated balls slapped against her upturned ass cheeks. He was in--all the way! She had. My place of birth, my childhood,my time at the university, these are all totally immaterial. This is not amemoir or a biography. If you continue to read, you will have to accept the experiences I was forcedto record at face value. I give no explanations or justification for what mylife has become. My journals relate what was done to me over ten weeks of mytraining as a slave to Sir, my master. I was instructed to keep a hand writtenrecord of my training and to include the feelings and emotions.