She called you guys all kinds of stupid names, like harlots, gigolo, porn actors, tramps, and a few other dumb things. Mr. Smith chaired the meeting. ...Before discussion began, he told everyone that they could speak for three minutes and she used every second to condemn you guys as unsuitable to be around us young, impressionable kids."I wanted to go next, but Mr. Smith was way ahead of me there. He asked Ms. Walker to speak next. She explained that the class had earned over seven and a half. If any of them had the nerve to try something, it was Humberto. He was their natural leader. One of the first things I'd noticed about all the women that I called the visitors, was that they somehow always wound up sleeping in the stall where Humberto kept his bedroll, at least for part of their stay anyway. Humberto must have decided to just let it go though, because he watched until his brothers were a couple hundred feet down the pass before he turned aside and made his way back to the. He smelt nice and he was breathing heavily on my neck as we swayed slowly. He then place a hand on my bum and pulled me closer to his ever bulging jeans. He now looked huge as I rubbed it with my hand. As we smooched more and more our lips were getting closer too but we couldn’t kiss there. Just then Marco lead from the back of danceflloor to an area around the back. His knowledge was great in working there. He lead me by the hand to the outside area which was all dark apart from the moonlight. The chain is pulled and I cry out into the gag. Something is added to the chain, it feels like another chain, I briefly wonder what it could be before it is pulled taunt and a searing pain is sent through me as you attach the last clamp to my clit. I thrust in the ropes, making it worse, but I can’t seem to stop. You grab my things and hold them still, as I adjust to the new pain. Then you softly lick the swollen encased clit, the intensity shocks me. “Now you’re clean, it’s my turn,” you say.