It required a little inventiveness on my part. While my armour and weapons were here, none of my clothing was. Fortunately both men had been big men a...d both men had been naked when I killed them. That meant I didn't need to strip any one down to get a pair of britches to wear. The biggest problem was finding boots to wear. While the two men had been big like me and well built, neither of them had feet my size. I hoped that sooner or later I'd be able to find out what had happened to my. My body shuddered as the orgasm was so intense and I had to make my best effort to avoid screaming with pleasureI felt my own juices sliding down through my inner thighs.The stranger pulled out his fingers and whispered again:“You came on my fingers, bitch; now you could try my dick up your ass…” He grabbed my waist from behind and made me feel his huge hard erection pushing against the crack of my ass. Then he murmured again, saying we could leave my boyfriend alone for a while and find a dark. A trucker shoved his cock down my throat and went to fucking it and before I knew it having a cock in each hole and being jerked off was too much for me to handle and I was about to cum so I started mumbling on the truckers cock so mark told him to see what I was saying so pull his cock out of my mouth and I told them I was about to cum so mark pulled his cock out of me and aimed mine at his as he stroked even faster and told the trucker to keep fucking my throat. Within seconds I unloaded all. . And considering what just happened,that's a blessing. As much as I tried to put on a brave face, the fact isthat my overriding memory of my final day at school is being humiliatedand spat on. Spat. On. By simply being who I am, I motivated otherpeople- my peers- to spit on me like I was the lowest type of scum. Andas much as I try to convince myself otherwise, there's a part of me thatfeels like the lowest type of scum right now..."Ash!" Dad yells from his car, snapping me out of my funk and.