If I couldn’t reach her, well, I might have to ask Kate for another favor and have her drive me to the hospital. I dreaded the thought of going to a...hospital for something as silly as a misplaced breast-pump, but my tits were in agony. I entered the kitchen and found Kate leaning against the counter, gazing into the back yard. “Jenny, where’s the bathroom?” she asked as I reached the phone that was mounted on the kitchen wall next to a calendar. “Oh,” I replied, indicating the hall I had. " she whispered. "I want more cock..." "You hear that," the man said, turning to his friend, who'd been recording the whole exchange on his cellphone. "Little slut's hungry for more. Call the rest of the gang down here. Tell them we've got a bitch who needs a good pounding." And while we're waiting for them to get here," he said, straddling her again and bringing his shit streaked cock to her lips, "let's see if you can coax a third load out."Twenty minutes later, Emily was still sucking. When Roach had her schedule changed (how, she was still not quite sure), she’d ended up in classes with him throughout the day, except for PE and this first Communications class. As foul and mean tempered as he and his buddies could be, she was sort of getting used to it, at least used to some of it.Taking her seat, she glanced up at Mr Jackson, catching him stealing a glance at her skirt, trying to be unobtrusive about it. Remembering the day before, she flushed, feeling that familiar feeling. He rolledthe nubs betweenhis fingers as she scrubbed. The hot water rolledover her hands,but it was the way he grabbed her tits, palms over hernipples, andsqueezed them that brought heat to her face. She didn't likesex. Maybe it was because she'd been sexually abusedas a kid andnever gotten over it. Maybe she was just one of thosewomen with verylittle sex drive. I don't know. She hated the way itfelt. Even herbabies nursing was difficult, and she didn't do it forlong. Theirquesting little.