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On my knees with them wide apart. I then have to lean back as far as I can and support my body with my hands on the floor. I’ve lost could of the number indian of times that I’ve been in this position, and for how long. If you add it all up it must be days, so another hour wasn’t going to make much difference. The difference this time was that there would be 20 odd pairs of eyes looking at me and my spread pussy. Again the time went very quickly as recalled the previous night’s session on the fucking machine at home. Jon had left me on the machine until I’d nearly passed out, then he’d fucked me until I came for the sixth time. I was still a bit sore. At the break I needed the toilet again; I needed to pee and cum. The teacher didn’t bother to say anything as I walked out of the classroom still naked. I didn’t see anyone again and relieved both aches in peace and quiet. However, as I went back onto the corridor there was a group of teenagers walking towards me. They were all dressed in sports gear and looked as if they’d just escaped from the gym. They homemade saw me just as quickly as I saw them. I had a split second to decide to either jump back into the girl’s toilet or keep going. You’ve guessed it, I kept going. The teenagers (boys and girls) were all about 18 and they came out with all the comments that you’d expect in a situation like that. I was in the middle of the corridor and expecting them to break ranks and let me through the middle of them. I was expecting (and hoping for) a few groping hands, but I wasn’t expecting them to stop and block the corridor. They surrounded me and didn’t move when I asked them to. Whilst some of them were feeling my tits and pussy, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the model in the Art class. Another said that I shouldn’t walk round the school without clothes on because anything could happen to me. When another said that they should teach me a lesson I started to get a little worried. They bundled me back into the girl’s amateur toilets and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the lads suggested that all the lads should ‘fuck the ass off me’ the others didn’t agree. In the end they agreed that since I was a nude model I should be made to nude model for a lot more people. With one lad holding either of my arms they ran me all round the school corridors and outside through the car park onto the main road, back into the school grounds and onto the sports field. Most of the group were following us. I suppose that the lads thought that I was running so easily because they were holding my arms. “Hi Elena.” Yavara giggled, “I see you made homemade a new friend.” “This is the most fucked-up shoot ever. The freshman beamed at us. “Fuck, fuck, fuckitty, fuckfuckfuck!” I said it was better, how about you? And being granted entry to this community has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I shouldn’t be going to a dance. How Traditions Start – part 8 Then she winked at me and hopped off my desk, her large breasts swaying. “This is your payment. He was seriously considering revealing who he really was. She clenched her ass amateur cheeks. I looked behind me to see a female vampire rimming me as she prepared another man with her hand. We were careful not to disturb it. Everything shook. His indian wet fingers went to her sore ass and he rubbed her little rosebud.