Nothing happened. I thought I mustbe doing something wrong. Remembering myself, and the advice of the morning,I lay on the bed, my hands above me hold...ing the wood of the headboard, my legscrudely apart. I closed my eyes, hoping the pain would be bearable. A minutewent by in silence. Eventually it was broken by his words, spoken meekly, almostin shame. He knelt next to me on the bed and softly said, ?Mary, God has melted our two souls divinely together. And as my wife I honourand respect you. Her eyes shot open at the realization that she could have ropes marks on her breasts, arms and legs. I grinned as I watched her brain process the information as she sat up and ran her fingers over the rope marks on her breasts, arms and legs.I brushed her arm and said, “There is a full length mirror in the bathroom, Cyra. Your porcelain skin is the perfect canvas for rope marks. Go have a look. I know you’ll be more than pleased at the design I left on your body.”Cyra kissed me hard as she. The Head Girls doesn’t move at first. When she decides that she is alone she starts to sway her bum. Then she snakes a hand between her legs and I know it’s time to move.I take a quick look through the keyhole and I was wrong. She’s not bent over the bed. No, she is bent over holding the window cill!!!! Now I know I’m busted. They have been fucking for years, looking at the girls he has punished and…… and me fucking 9 of the girls! Well the Head Girl may be the last but the best yet.I slip down. I was a bit scared but just kept walking. I was overtaken before I got to my room by them. They kind of shoved me back and forth from on to the other, saying things like" He-She wants your dick" and "Go on, kiss her, show her some love". These guys were rednecks and smelling of beer. They were in their 40's I'd guess. I was petrified as they passed me around and made fun of me. Then they started daring one another to grab my fake titties, and my ass. One of them said, "I ain't no fuckin' queer,.