"He frowned at her and then crossed the room to me. He put his hand on my chin but in a nice way and made me look him in the eye. "You sure you're ok?... You don't need to go home?"I swallowed hard. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be alone with him like this; he didn't seem violent just really intense. "I'm sure. I'll stay."He sighed and gave my knee a squeeze. "OK. Call my wife if you need anything." He said on his way out of the office.Ms. Scott, the school councilor came and sat with me after a. If she stuck around and watched she knew we would be in. She would indulge her in some foreplay and then I would wander in and we could then blackmail her into letting me join in.The following Tuesday it was a bright warm day and quite by chance Jenny turned up in one of her short skirts and thin tops. I was in the kitchen when she arrived and straight away I noticed her nipples just poking through the sheer material of her top. I am sure she noticed me staring but I just couldn’t help it.. She grabbed a large funnel and shoved the small end into my mouth. No sooner than she did that, that she puked into the open end of the funnel, flooding my mouth with her putrid vomit.She gasped for a moment, then went "Urp!" and puked again.The smell of vomit in the air, and the taste in my mouth, made me want to vomit, but she was holding the funnel firmly in my mouth forcing my jaw open.She knelt there in front of the toilet (me) for about five minutes before standing, rinsing the funnel off. “Your mum doesn’t seem to realize that this is all about Laura,” I said.She looked at me for a moment and then she looked away. “I don’t know what you mean.”I kind of snorted. “Whose idea was it to go to the party? Whose idea was it to wear those stupid ‘Look at me, I’m a slut’ outfits? Who was it who gave you those outfits to wear in the first place? Whose idea was it to get up and dance in front of those guys like you were the meat at some sort of cattle auction? Do I need to go on?”I was.