I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to the heavy throbbing that consumed my body. Feeling my throat vibrate with purrs and moans, my body writhin... against his. His hands reached under my skirt, hooking into my thong and pulling it down my legs far enough for me to step out and kick them away. Gently he stroked, rubbing with his calloused hands, then dipping into my dripping pussy. I bucked my hips in rhythm, grinding against him. I sank further down the wall, my head thrown back, neck. “Gee Lady, what happened to you?”The lady sobs and tells her story. “I was having sex with my boyfriend when my husband came home early and caught us. He threw both of us out the window naked and I landed in the rose bushes. I got out and ran down the street and got picked up by a man who forced me to give him a blowjob. He put me out on the side of the road where a biker gang found me. They brought me here and tied me up and they all had their way with me. When they were finished they just got. It was that adrenaline rush, I think, that finally tipped Hannah over the edge. I don't think it was a conscious thing, except for the fact that when we finally pulled in to the beach where the trail to our bus was, and the trip was over, she was still bouncing off the walls. That green one piece suit was soaked, and it was so tight that it showed her belly button, not to mention the two bullets on her chest that showed how excited she was. Kat had worn one of her bikinis, which was advertising. Miss Driscoll and the Headteacher, Mr Peddigrew, had been commended by the national educational establishment for eradicating the school’s chronic teenage pregnancy problem. Everyone knew how it had been achieved. The girls, now instructed in the act of self love, were more interested in pleasuring themselves than chasing after boys. Meanwhile, the boys had a more mature focus for their lust, and for many a realistic chance of bringing their fantasies into reality. Teaching Molly to entertain.