Shawn was more methodical in entering me. One hand slid between my legs, and his finger ran around the outside of my opening. I shuddered, and he grin...ed at me. He repeated the motion a few times, watching my reaction. When he could see my growing arousal, he slid the finger inside. He found my clit and touched it gently, but it felt like a firecracker had gone off inside of me. I would be orgasming again soon, I thought.Shawn must have read my thoughts, because he pressed a second finger. I was a little relieved. I sat down on one of the high stool-chairs at a little table in the corner and ordered a French vanilla coffee, and set myself to the task of breathing normally and slowing my heart rate.I managed to pull my hands apart from their death grip on my purse just as the waitress arrived with my coffee. I smiled up at her and thanked her, and immediately wrapped my hands around the hot mug. At that moment I needed the warmth of the steamy liquid more than I needed the. I nibbled it to be nice, but I really wasn’t that hungry. I felt less nauseous but not enough to eat quite yet.“You look terrible,” Janie said sympathetically, sitting on the side of my bed.“Janet,” Elena said sharply. “Apologize right this instant.”“Sorry,” Janie said, not sounding sorry at all. “What can I get ya? Do you want some jello or something? The cafeteria is still open. I can go get you something.”“I’m really not hungry,” I told her. “I don’t even want to think about food right. I counted four of his friends that I had been introduced to. Their touch and the words they had called me, like whore and slut, only made me hotter. I hate being teased and Jamal knows this, so this was the worst punishment he could have come up with.Occasionally, one of his friends would come back in for some more groping or to slap my tits or clit. I would writhe and whimper for them, hoping again that Jamal would have pity on me and let me loose. They would just move the glider back and.