"Thank you Mr. Philips!" she said, and stroked her twat.Kyle kissed Christine as well, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger and wishing a t...iny orgasm for her that made her shudder. When he broke off the kiss, she panted and stared worshipfully at him. Kyle grinned at her, then put on the sternest face he could manage on the best day of his life and turned to his transformed teacher turned student."And now, Hillary," he said, his voice laden with low expectations.The blonde trembled. Once wet from that, we grabbed wood but it, like us, was soaked.We did our best to get dry, then fed the horses and settled in to watch the rain outside the cave. The morning dragged on while the rain continued. I found the critters that lived in the cave were a hungry lot, and they feasted on me when they got the opportunity.Looking around the cave from the sheer boredom of watching the rain, we found enough dry twigs, leaves and such to get the makings of kindling, and a small fire was. The poor man has just witnessed his woman being torn apart by two men at once right in front of him. The motion of the two men eventually fell into a rhythm and their thrusting into my arse and pussy simultaneously hurt like nothing else on earth. They grunted together as they heaved their cocks in and out of me. They breathed heavily in my ears, as I lay there, the meat in their sandwich, the place to dump their load, their toy. I lay there, being jabbed in the arse, being stabbed in the pussy. She never gave up. Or so she thought but moments into her doomed and humiliating state, she gave up, weeping to herself, shutting up each time a new person entered into the boys room. What had she done? Why was she allowing this torture to continue? If only she came clean…. Never, how could she? She was a role model, she couldn’t let down her menthes, and what if the teachers found out, she could never look anyone in the eyes again. Alone, she tried to think of the life she once had, trying to.