It was a difficult journey. I was not used to travelling alone and had to take the train from Scotland to London, an omnibus across London from Euston... to Liverpool Street, and another train from Liverpool Street to Ipswich where my 'aunt' had promised to arrange someone to meet me. I travelled on the night train from Scotland, sleeping fitfully in the dimly lit compartment. It was a slow train, stopping many times. I didn't have the money to travel on the express. The school had been very. They really used me as a cum slut now. They fucked me so hard and I loved it, although I felt so sore…And soon they both came, at same time in my slippery holes. They shot their warm sperm into my body. I felt exhausted and numb, as they both pulled out and let me rest.My poor anus was pulsating as it was trying to close tightly again.I closed my eyes and heard both men commenting on me, my body and the wild encounter. I smiled quietly; feeling so sore and tired.I felt a warm blanket being laid. ” There it was. I knew it. He was going to send me away now. I just knew it. Just before I began to sob, I managed to eke out, “I don’t know.” And it seemed like before the first tear hit my shirt, I was enveloped in my father’s arms. “Adam,” he cooed, “I’m so sorry it had to happen like this. Greta’s gonna wish she never.... Well, never mind about that. And maybe I should have asked a different way.” Then his hands were on my head and he forced me to look him in the eye,. 'I can't be sorry for him but you can't let that shit get to you. It wasn't that you weren't good enough for him, trust me. He doesn't know what he had. He's a moron!''It doesn't change what he did, though,' she sniffed. 'No, it doesn't. So maybe you should just go and do the same to him as a Fuck You note...'She wiped her eyes and smiled. Of course! She thanked me and hugged me tight and forgot about it, or so I thought. Obviously I was stupid to think that, too, no denying. We went back.