I always kept the door locked, you never know if someone might **** you. I would put the dollar bills in the machine, the monitor would come on and i ...ould unzip. Within a minute, someone would try the door knob but i always made sure it was locked. My heart racing, would someone catch me? I felt almost the same as when i was younger, trying to find a moment to masturbate without my parents finding my magazines and wadded up kleenex. Here i was, horny, alone and shooting cum to videos of women. That’s not a dildo. That’s a tickler.” She thought for a moment. “Tell you what, since we have given each other keys to our lockers, I will bring my dildo to school tomorrow and stash it in your locker. It will be in a plain brown wrapper (giggle). Make sure nobody sees you take it out. Put it in the bottom of your back pack. Start using it every day.” She giggled again. “It’s much bigger than a marks-a-lot so you’ll have to work up to it. Start with the head then go in a little farther each. Was he telling the truth? Could her long spate of sexual deprivation have made her body betray her while she was unconscious, making her wet against her will for any kind of penetration, consensual or not? But she had bled, she could not have been very aroused! Yet perhaps it was not unreadiness that had made her bleed, but merely the size of his tool and the force with which he had used it. After all, she had never had rod nor dildo larger than six inches. She clenched her teeth in rage. Eventually, Abo was sore from her knees to her shoulders. The changing locations of the spanks kept her pain level high, but at last, her nerves began to shut down and Abo just felt numb.It took a few seconds before she recognized that the swats had stopped. Then, Abo felt the cold of the scissors on her shoulders, slicing the straps apart. As the fabric was tugged down her back, she heard the Coach's voice. "Lift her now so I can get the suit off, then turn her over, so we can start on the.