I saved the best face picture to a file. I wondered if Jen could get useable facial scans to compare against the student roster.Then I was hit with a ...rick. Girl number 318 was staring at me - the same girl, on the same bed, with the same corner bedpost, and with the same arm restraints as the girl in the pictures from the frat house. They even had a name and the date the rape supposedly took place. They called her Roxey Newhouse. I downloaded the DVD and all the pictures of her. I continued to. “Have you ever been doggied?”“Is that from behind?”I nodded.“Sanjay has tried it a couple of time but he came too quickly for me to get any pleasure out of it.”“So the answer is no then.”She nodded and I climbed out of bed and walked around to her side of the bed and pulled the duvet back. Moments later she was kneeling over the edge and I was standing behind her with the head of my cock pressed against her opening and my hands on her hips.“I hope you like to be spanked when being fucked,” I. No such luck for the teacher who got sentenced to life in the breeding grounds. He would be strapped down to a bed (if you can call it that for 8 hours a day, he would be raped by women who wanted children or just abused by women and men who wanted to make an example out of him. After eight hours on what would be charitably called an uncomfortable metal bed he would be expected to seed the female captives who's crimes were as vicious as not opening their legs for the men when commanded to do. Especially to a bunch of guys who had been drinking all evening. I wanted to reach into my pants and play with myself. I was so aroused watching my wife entertain these strange men. Two of the men stood beside her chair while another sat on the stool next to her. The fourth had moved in front of her and had one of his legs now between her knees. I see what their plan was now in moving to the bar stools. He pressed a little closer and her skirt slid farther up her thighs. Her legs were now.