’ I turned slowly towards her. This was my ‘take my time’ move. ‘I’m Katherine,’ I said. ‘Fine. She said she thought you were looking fo... something.’ ‘Isn’t that the nature of life?’ I looked down as I hung my bag from the hook in front of me and saw she was wearing leather trousers, tight and shiny and dark blue. I couldn’t see her shoes until she half turned, swiveling the stool, and I saw ankle boots, black and glossy with tiny buckles at the outside. As I looked up I noticed her jacket was. I lied on the floor in a cold sweat, slowly trying to get up.I raised my head and coughed up a mouthful of blood onto the floor. The stress of my constant pain, coupled with my seizures had ruptured an artery or vein somewhere. People tried to help me up but I waved them away. I took two pills and ignored the voices of everyone as I walked away with a limp.It was lunch and I was sitting where I always sat. Against the wall of the cafeteria was a set of folded bleachers where students could sit. He worked my pussy with his fingers, first one and then two. He fucked me in a slow rhythm with his fingers while his hot mouth feasted on my clit. He pulled his fingers from my pussy and spread my lips with his fingers. He replaced his fingers with his tongue in my pussy spearing me with it and then wiggling it around. He didnt let me cum, every time I came close he would ease back and lightly tease me to bring me back down. He pulled back and stood up, I slid off the chair onto my knees.. Her only comment was "my bum is sore", but it was said not in anger, but more from fatigue, after all she had been fucked almost continuously for five hours. Her experience at the 'do' was going from then on be a regular occurrence, she was to be the entertainment, and boy could she entertain.Now in this carriage as the niggers serviced her, she knew that her plans if she really had any, were now going to be a 'non event' for she knew that these men would not be satisfied with this one 'bang'..