It seemed to be taking ages, although i was enjoying it so much.I heard the door open and tried to quickly act as innocent but he wouldnt let me get a...ay, another man came in, about 30 this time, quite fat with a skinhead. he went behind me and started rubbing my arse, totally ignoring the other man. he pulled my trousers down and spat on my arse. i was really nervous and didnt know what to try and focus on, the man gagging me or shoving his fingers up my arse. Then the first man started. After years of being the object of sexual desire, I found myself going to THEM, to the ones that were still around, me coming on to them! Trying to get them to fuck me, actually offering my body to them.. which made me hate myself.I eventually went into therapy and began dating the nicest guy in school, we became sweethearts and after graduation we stayed together. I followed him to the university of his choice, which coincidentally took me far away from my home town, and I have yet to return…. I was in a lovely red sari with sleeveless blouse worn a bit below naval. It was the first time I was going to college in sariThough I had worn it many times in family function and my cousin always use to tell me that I look damn sexy in sari. Just when I was entering through the gate someone’s comment caught my attention.Kya maal lag rahi hai yaar… I was used to those kind of comments so didn’t react. I went and joined my group. We had a group of 5 with 3 guys and 2 girls including myself. One. As she did so she muttered "When ye can't rely on a debauched orgy to give ye a chance to wrestle in oil, I ask ye, what's this world comin' to?"Captain Thrust led the crowd, pirates and slaves alike, into the house. He heard her comment and patted Jizzie on the ass. "Well, no oil wrestlin', but a right proper beatin', out in front o' God an' everbody ... that do fer ye in the meanwhile?"She smiled at him. "It might ... it just might at that ... long as I can be findin' someone to cuddle with..