’ Ora crumpled to the ground, her dress still around her feet, her arms crossed over her breasts and her face in the grass. She cried. And she cried... And she cried. That afternoon Ora’s half-brother Budd drove the borrowed carriage to take Ora, her matron of honor, Matty, and their mother Annie to the wedding. Annie sensed Ora’s feelings and tried to keep the conversation light, her daughter should be happier than this. ‘One thing ’bout women in this fam’ly,’ Annie said, trying to make Ora. A few of those not masturbating themselves stared at the floor but most couldnt take their eyes away from the other girls in the class, mesmerised. After several minuets all of the girls had cummed and Anna, who had started again, managed a second orgasm. Cassandra returned behind her desk. Some of your have made excellent progress today. There is a packet of tissues on the side next to the sink, please those of you who are undressed clean your selves up and put your clothes back on. Now, are. Chris sat there with the bottle. He thought this girl was too nice. He thought she was pretty too. Samantha had to be about 56 and 140 pounds, green eyes from what he could make out from the light of the candle, and a beautiful face structure. Her cheekbones complimented her face completely and when she smiled she sported teeth that looked perfectly straight. The clothes that she had on looked to be fairly new and they fit her body perfectly. Samantha looked at Chris who was holding the bottle.. Torture can change the inside of you. A reward and punishment thing. If she sucked cock well, she’d get a reward. Money? Yes, she was getting a little extra. I could use a little extra money myself. But why like this? Drugs? No, not drugs. I heard some girls are drugged and continue being pimped out just to get a hit. She didn’t do that. But there must have been something else, another kind of high she was getting from all of this. Like last night. She was there. Her pimps were in the kitchen..