She was trying to graduate and get a college scholarship and was having trouble with her math class. I was an honor student and a volunteer tutor in m...ath and history. My counselor, Mr. Jarvis, asked me to help her shortly before Thanksgiving.We met and talked. I could see she was having some major problems understanding some of the concepts of Solid Geometry. We agreed that I would help her at her house every Tuesday after school.We ran into a big problem when Carla’s boyfriend tried to force. When he was finished, spurting semen deep inside me in several thrusting fountains, he ripped off my gag and released my hands, and I just sank to the floor of the cell in sobs of pain as we slipped outside the door. I looked around, as he left, to see that, once again, Bobby Joe and Maurice had observed my ordeal.For two days after that, I received no visitors. But I also was left alone in my cell, with my meals deliver in a slot at the bottom of the door.Then on the next night, the door. I pulled my T-shirt off and sat there on the floor in my white bra, my dark nipples clearly visible underneath. I drank some more Dutch courage as I lost again. I stood up, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. I had dark blue knickers on that I pulled up over my belly as I sat back down. Stacey lost and she took her top off. We all giggled as she had no bra on and then laughed some more as Nathan had to remove his jeans. I lost yet again and the others chanted as I unhooked my bra. " Without another word, she turned and began jogging home, nothing bothering to pull her bra down, her large tits bouncing freely. John stood for a moment, just watching her jog away. Whatever had caused him to have this new ability, along with this apparent effect on women, he was definitely grateful for it. However, that didn't mean he didn't want answers to the questions in his mind. He turned toward his neighbor's house and walked toward it.*** V'Sharra watched, pleased, as John fucked.