I was covered in spattered blood as I crouched, ready, listening.“How many men?” I finally asked the two girls. The one who had been raped had cra...led over to her friend and was frantically trying to untie her. They both cowered when I spoke. “How many men?” I asked again, a bit more firmly. I could tell they didn’t understand me. The men’s weapons and armor put the time somewhere in Europe between 200 and 600 AD. The language spoken by the rapist sounded somewhat similar to Latin. That could. I’ve forgotten what started our fight last night. Something Sarah had said, and my reaction was extreme.“We should have washed these dishes earlier,” pointing to the almost-full dishwasher.“No, there’s enough room for tonight’s plates, and that bowl you’re holding can go there on the side.”“No, that’s not safe.” Sigh. “I’ll have to wash it by hand.”I didn’t respond.“We really should have washed these earlier.”“God f--ing dammit, Sarah! F-- you! F-- you!” She’d taken something I’d said out of. I took my place and took off my overclothes waiting for someone to peep through the gloryhole.5 minutes later, an eye appeared and stayed as I stroked my cock for it. Eventually, I zipped up (you cant be too careful) and went out. Two men were stood in front of me with their tools in their hands. A nice start I thought!One immediately beat himself off, wiped his bellend and left. The other looked hungrily at me. I beckoned him in and shut the door. Immediately, I stripped to my undies and. So hewent and changed, and when he came out, the teacher was taking roll."Hello, and what's your name?"When Andy was about to speak, one of the girl's said something. "Hername's Andrea."He heard some girls snickering."Andrea is it?" He figured he might as well go along, since he already looked like agirl, especially with the pink on, and he figured she wouldn't believehim if he told her he was a guy."Yes." Ok, just have a seat somewhere and I'll explain why Ms. Quentin isn'there." Ok, I'm Mrs..