They had faded slightly over time and any color that might have been there had long since flaked off, but you could still make out the gist of it.The ...eft side showed various people and animals in pain or in despair surrounded by whorling lines, while a larger female figure with the same lines sprouting from her head did something …. Probably something magical or godly. The pictures closest to the tree were half hidden behind the vines, and neither of us wanted to pry the plants loose and risk. We were expected to be rogered by the boys every night. Worse was to come. "In order to help you in these matters, the member of staff in the duty room of your dormitory will take one of you into their bed for the night. My wife and I will also help in giving you the necessary instruction." Mr. Hayes paused."My god the men are going to fuck us too!" In my mind I used the crude term I'd overheard from the farm hands. My cunnie felt wet and I wondered what it would be like to have a man's thing. ‘What happened to your father?’ I thought about what had happened and when I hadn’t answered after about thirty seconds she reached over and touched my arm. ‘I’m sorry Mike, I didn’t mean to touch a nerve.’ ‘No it’s all right. He was driving in heavy traffic on his way to Melbourne, the main access road from the depot runs through the posh part of town and this woman cut in front of him and braked heavily to make a turn. He hit the brakes and swerved, the truck jack-knifed and rolled. He’d seen. The brute bent on her hand was definitely not the gentleman she was hoping for. How could her father let this happen?Helen, distressed, suppressed a whimper.---Helen’s whimpering, turned into ecstatic screams, as soon as the thrusts between her thighs became more pronounced, sharper. The warrior was desperately seeking to reach the deepest recesses of her passage, knocking at the gates to her fertile womb, spankings her buttocks with his big scrotum, swollen with seed. Remembering that she was.