" She slapped him again."Don't you 'sweetheart' me, you motherfucker! You son of a bitch! You bastard!" More slaps. David gave up trying to get his sh...rts and grabbed Sherry in a bear hug, but she struggled in his arms like a wild animal."Sherry, calm down. Please calm down." Don't tell me to calm down, you fuck! You bastard! You son of a bitch!She struggled violently, but David refused to let go. He held on tight while she wriggled against him. She glared at me with fire in her eyes and I was. They had been in the lee of the recent storm and well above water level in any case. Neither Annie nor Joanne had any idea what had happened to their shelter and they were not to learn of this for some time. Without the means of lighting a fire or anything much in the way of fuel, they were both feeling very cold, and had spent most of the time clasping each other for warmth and praying for better weather.By the time things had calmed down, both of them were tired and hungry, regretfully. She let her thighs fall open and I slid my hand over her soft pubic hair and found she was wet between her legs. I deftly maneuvered my fingers between her swollen pussy lips and found her clit. She immediately arched her back and moaned. Her hand came over her shoulder to stroke my face and head as I spread her juices all over her pussy and began circling her clit, feeling it grow long and hard. Her ass was grinding on my throbbing cock which was trapped in my pants. I slid a finger inside her. The second reason is for our pleasure. You see, both Mr Henry and I derive much pleasure from seeing little sissy fags like you squirm and plead for mercy. We take great pleasure in seeing the welts rise on smooth white buttocks, we take enormous pleasure in watching little queers, like you, cry tears of pain. We thrive on your pain. It is what keeps us sane in this bloody school.”“It is our job to ensure that you learn academically, but we will also ensure that you learn the things that will.