What we don’t tell her is that her baby will be cut out of her and she will be cut up and thrown to the sharks no one fucks over us I ask he why and...she says that she was just playing with him I ask why she feels that she can demand people do things for she forgot that she is a slave she looks down like I know she forgot she ask if one of us wants to fuck her and we both say hell no at the same time she starts to cry I tell her to use her hand. As, we leave I tell her that her meals will be. Only now, there was something different about the gallery. There was some noise, some roaring noise, coming from somewhere in front of me. But that was not all. While the gallery had been all silent before, almost tomb-like during my first visit, it didn't feel like that now. It was like there were several, different voices just below the level of hearing, so that only their common effect made them recognizable. Then there were those almost touches - the feeling when you are standing still in a. For the entire lesson I couldn’t stop myself thinking about what he had done to me and how confused I was about what I wanted now. Part of me wanted it all over again but also another part told me it was bad to want that from a teacher but I couldn’t stop.At the end of the lesson we all headed to the locker rooms, I and a few other girls decided to go for a shower and the rest just grabbed their belongings and went straight home, in the shower I was distracted by my thoughts, I didn’t notice. Jeg skiftede hurtigt og tog mit badehåndklæde omkring mig. Jeg gik ud og tog sko på. Vi gik sammen ned mod vandet igen i dag. Vi kom ned til det sted hvor vi i går sad. Jeg smed håndklædet og derefter badebukserne. Hun smed derefter også håndklædet. Hun havde dog intet på. Så det eneste hun havde med hernede var hendes badehåndklæde. Det kom lidt bag på mig. Vi gik ned i vandet og svømmede lidt rundt. Efter at havde kæmpet meget med at få min boner væk i går, kom den nu tilbage igen. Efter at.