They tried to get us to line up alphabetically, but we didn’t have to walk across the stage or anything. They would read the names of the graduates ...nd we’d line up to shake the principal’s hand and get the fake. They just give you an empty folder with a flier in it that says ‘Congratulations! You’re a graduate!’ So, it doesn’t make any difference what order we go up in. It’s just so there will be a picture they can sell us when we get our diploma in the mail.So, of course, our little clique. 'Good slave' I hear him say and I feel that he fastens the body again with still plug in the pussy and ass.Slowly he pulls me up and kisses me as he pushes his cock against me and loosens my hands and arms.The mask goes off and he looks at me with horny fun eyes. "We're going," he says.Where do I think, but a little later I see that it is home.He looks at me and says, "you go upstairs at home, you pick up more ropes and toys," then put your mask back on and wait for me to come.At home I go. Like the rest of her, her cunt was small, the pink barely visible past her outer pussy lips. He ran a single finger over the delicate flesh and traced it to her bare, smooth mound. He raised his hand and brought it down hard, causing Ashleighs eyes to snap open and for her to squeal. If she kept her eyes squeezed shut, she could imagine that none of this was actually happening. The man forced a large, dry finger inside of her and twirled it slightly, testing her tightness and causing a mewling. She strained her head to see us and told me to stroke her pussy. I withdrew and re-entered and started a slow rhythm for 5 – 6 strokes. I was nearing the point of no return. I pumped her and was gaining speed and slamming my cock into her and she was panting and saying she wanted me to cum in her. That was all it took, I could feel her cervix, I was so deep in her. I shot two very strong spurts of my cum and a third one not quite as strong, and she had both hands under her ass, jamming her.