The way she had gone from feeling sorry for me to gobbling on Matt’s cock told me that much. The way she had looked while sucking on him reminded me...of a child with an ice cream. She looked so happy and when she rode him; the whites of her eyes had shown just after she had seen me.I was naked and my right hand was drawn to my pussy. It was wet, very wet in fact. I gently flicked my finger over the clit, which was swollen and my legs buckled a little. What I had done was so wrong but it was such. While sitting in the library one day the head cheerleader came over to the table that Mark, John, Adam and Michael were sitting at studying and asked a question very quietly. Her name was Susy. She was blond with blue eyes the color of depression glass, double d breast with an ass to match. She was shaped like a coke bottle and I don’t mean the 2 liter, but like the old glass coke bottle. When she went shopping for pants or jeans she had to find a size 8. She was 5ft 4in. Hair came down to her. Her mother and father sat there like patience on a monument in front of the two of them, and said, as clear as could be, that Dora was a girl, and girls could be flighty and irresponsible, and that it now it was up to Andy to discipline her. What’s more, father handed him a heavy leather strap, and told him not to spare the rod when she needed it. Mother looked on with total approval, and Dora seemed as happy about it as anyone. Laura, they got married and lived as happy as could be for. It resembled the cages set up by Military police for over flow detention. I was there for a fight and to make money from fighting so I watched all the players in the room until it was my turn to fight. I went into the cage and won my fight quickly, the guy was tough but not trained, a typical bar fighter. I went to pick up my winnings and Jax the guy that was running the show told me that the more I could fight, the more people would get to know me and the money would be better. I saw Jax had.