After that incident my life got a lot better, sure I gave quite a few blowjobs to the guys and even fucked some of them during breaks or whenever they... got to horny during the day but they stopped being mean to me. Then one day something happened that made me question my sexuality and how far I was willing to go. Her name was Heather, she drove one of the dump trucks that would come to the site to drop of the sandstone for the foundations. She was around 5'10" with solid legs and an athletic. "You? Why?"She sighed in exasperation, staring at him with something like surpriseas well."For god's sake, John, did you think you were the only woman who evergot frustrated with things? Do you think I liked wearing corsets aboutwhen I was younger? Five layers of petticoats no matter how hotoutside? Never allowed any say in anything, no votes, no chance ever oflearning any more than what we got in eighth grade? Don't get mewrong," she added. "I don't want to be a man, but I can relate. She had been sobbing hysterically, but refused to talk, and had regained her composure in the car. Still, Daniel could hear the fright in her voice, and had picked up on the firm, yet insistent pressure of her hand as it held his, refusing to let him go, clinging to him. Unconsciously, his arms tightened around her waist, drawing her closer to the protection of his arms. If that bastard had done anything to her… His thoughts were interrupted by Sophie stirring beside him, and she turned around. Saying the boys on the wing are going to love seeing what a disgusting pathetic cum slut I am. I know I should hate it, but I didn't. I loved it. This is who I am. This is what I am.As I tried to get my breath I was violently thrown on the bed. My dress was roughly pulled up and my panties exposed. Suddenly I felt a hard whack across my arse. Then another, and another. The pain was intense as blow after blow rained down on my arse. The men were taking turns to hit me, each man trying to outdo.