I was studying a plan of the old building and noticed that the offices joined against the unused part of our warehouse and the bathrooms for us and th...m were actually adjoining on the same wall. A men's washroom our side abutting the ladies room on their side. I took the plans into our washroom and saw that the layouts were the same except reversed. We had six urinals on one side, then four stalls opposite a long counter with two sinks and storage. The storage room was kept locked to prevent. He had his cock in one hand, and held my thigh with the other. He liked to feel my inner thighs. I was pretty sure that was a big turn on for him. He was fully hard now, and looked like a kid in a candy store as he positioned his dick at my fuck hole. He looked up at me, like he didn’t believe this was actually happening. He was so excited. It was kinda cute. I nodded. ‘Stick it in.’ I told him, waiting to be filled. Oliver pushed forward, starting with just inserting the head. He audibly. Spencer: Oh. Do You Have Miss Betz?Me: Yeah 5th Period.Spencer: I Always Forget Where Her Room Is Can You Tell Me?Me: 4th Door On The Right In The Left Hall.Spencer: Thanks. He Leaned In Like He Was Going To Whisper Something In My Ear, But His Head Went Lower And He Gave Me A Kiss On The Lips. Me: What If Someone Sees?Spencer: Follow Me. He Lead Me Into The Bathroom And Into A Stall. We Began Making Out. I Felt Him Trying To Push His Tounge Through My Lips And I Opened Up My. I was reliving Uncle Steves weekly rape sessions once again. I had the terror and fear of Uncle Steve in my head, threatening me and brutalizing me. I lost not only my virginity but my adolescence. I became a withdrawn child and lacked interest in life. By the time my father finally worked it out, a year of weekly rapes had past. Uncle Steve was beaten up by him and I never saw him again. Jimmys cock was feeling like a baseball bat deep inside my ass. Jimmy fucking my ass hard, and the immense.