I remembered the first dagger stabbing me in the back of the neck. I remembered falling out of my chair, roaring in agony as I collapsed to the floor....But it wasn’t the lights or the beeping that had woken me up. It was the pain burning ceaselessly throughout my body. In the single moment from when I woke up, I went from being fine to feeling like I was in the burn ward, charred from head to toe. My muscles all felt like they were being pierced with hot nails, my organs twisted into knots. I. You’ll keep on talking about it - your filthy thoughts spilling from your mind, revealing to the world what a deviant you really are.”Mom’s pupils narrowed with fear, and the pause stretched on.“Your head is so full of filth, if you open your mouth, it’ll be like unleashing the flood. You’re a pervert, through and through, and refusing to talk about sex is the only way you can prevent that from being public knowledge.”Maybe I should have stopped talking, but I felt like I was onto something.. 4 guys and 4 ladies and also a very handsome teacher called Mr. Laurnete. "Gather around everyone, I want you all to check you have your boarding cards and passports and if not then I'm afraid you're getting a taxi home because I'm not missing this trip for anyone!" said our teacher in a playful tone. So we all gathered around as we were told too and I opened up my hand luggage and found the plastic wallet which had everything I needed inside, including a couple of condoms in case I got. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I need to get off and he needs cash. We're helping each other out, so I don't feel bad about it. Even to this day, I don't feel bad. I didn't force him, he took the cash and lubed me up... In my mind, he wanted the cash and my cock. So anyway, I keep just enough of his spit on my dick just for the head to slide in him. He arches his back (like a pro), I press my cock against his hairy hole. The hairs tickling my cock. I put both my hands on his hips.