It was my friends out there, being slaughtered by the Romans. But I stayed where I was, knowing that I could do little except save myself and my two f...riends. The relief I’d felt when my sister reached me was almost overwhelming. After that I’d been swept along on our journey, not knowing from one moment to the next whether we would survive. Only part of me did know. Because I’d seen that we would go on a journey. But at the time it didn’t feel very reassuring at all. The fear never left us; not. And so, before I knew it, I would be surreptitiously giving my poor squashed nips a friendly rub or a little squeeze whenever I got a chance.Usually, something would happen that would take my mind of it before things went too far - the teacher looking for some sort of class involvement, or one of the other girls doing something which distracted me - but not every time! The history lesson on the Tuesday afternoon was the first time it happened. Miss Durham was not the most inspiring of teachers,. Say what they will about proper behavior, I was horny, and I couldn't wait for school to relieve some of it.On Tuesday after we returned, Mother spoiled it.I thought we were going shopping. Imagine my surprise when we got in my step-Dad's car and she took me to a regular high school. "You're not going back to that school," she told me as we pulled into the parking lot."What? You're kidding!"She shook her head. "No I'm not. There's too great a risk ... things are ... you can't go back there.". I could see she was looking at me but that her mind was elsewhere. Then she gasped deep as Daryl pushed his cock into her again from behind and started fucking her standing up. He pulled her arms back to hold onto as he pounded away. I could see her perfect breasts swaying back and forth in front of me as they moved with his thrusts. Her eyes were closed as she just moaned over and over, the sloshing sounds coming from her pussy that I could only slightly see as it was getting stuffed.Then.