Some jock, he laughed as he walked away and looked back with a grin. Fucking slut he murmured to his friends. She held her head down but could hear he... class mates laugh and stare. The jock is Jim. She felt the tears well up in her green eyes and head down, rushed to class. How much do you charge whore? The voice was harsh. A hand brushed against her lower back, she looked up nothing but smirks guys she didnt know girls she used to be friends with. She walked faster. I dont go that way you. It didn't look styled and yet it was always in place. She was about 5 feet 2 inches tall and always wore uniform. For us, that was dark blue blazer and grey skirt/trousers with a white blouse/shirt and the school striped tie. I always thought the uniform covered what little breast she had but her shape under it looked great to me. There was the promise of an almost boy-like body with a pronounced bottom at the back.Sarah played such an important part in my wanking sessions at night. I wondered. Frank’s friends are very upset that he can’t go but, what can they do ... Two days later the three get to the camping site only to find Frank sitting there with a tent set up, firewood gathered, and fish cooking on the fire. “Damn man! How long you been here and how did you talk your wife into letting you go?”“Well, I’ve been here since yesterday. The night before yesterday evening I was sitting in my chair and my wife came up behind and put her hands over my eyes and said ‘guess who’?” I. The pain in my arms made me hold my breath.He took the rope out of his bag and started tying me to the tree. I could feel the rope against my naked skin, I felt it sinking into my curves and I started to relax. I felt safe. I couldn’t move but I felt free. I sighed and closed my eyes. I allowed the floaty feeling to carry me.He was done. I tried to move. I couldn’t. I opened my eyes and saw him standing in front of me, fixating me with his eyes. Those eyes, filled with passion, need and primal.