I continue unbuttoning the top few buttons of my pants, leaving them open to reveal my now excited cock and just a touch of my pubic hair beneath the ...fly. I hear you whisper in my ear, "Why don't you get yourself ready." It is more of a purr than a request, so I reached into my pants and take myself in hand, as I sit. I gently stroke myself as my other hand reaches below to feel my shaved balls and beneath. I can feel both of their gazes on me as I make an effort at small talk.I raise my hands. I don’t watch porn on TV. Except sometimes I’ll turn the picture off, so all I can hear are the sounds. If it’s for real. So as I’m squatting, the dildo inside me, I like to look at myself in the mirror. I focus on my face. But I like to see the red marks my hands leave as I grasp my breasts. And then I’ll turn sideways, looking at the swell of my arse, and imagine being doubly impaled, a cock butting at the entrance to my ass, and dildo still lodged in my cunt. My belly tilts forward, my spine. It was one of the better co-ed English Medium schools, with kids from the better circles, usually Govt and Defence officers’ families. I had joined in the sixth standard, and she halfway thru. We were just pre-teens. We were mere classmates for about a year, then suddenly it happened one afternoon after lunch break. Jaya, had a smile, which I knew she kept only for me, when I got the better of my classmates and would have the teacher call out my name. I was alone in the classroom, reading a. " he conceded."Carson, can you assure me that nothing similar will ever happen again?" she asked."Alas no," Carson admitted, "A single signal and I should be upon you now Madam." That's what I thought," she said, "Good, well then no more talk of resignations, oh and if anyone calls I have a migraine, that will be all."Carson paused. "Madam, perhaps you should know the truth, it will come out, conscription and registration, my name is not Carson, it's Wilberforce, John Harold Wilberforce, I.