The stalls are there to act as separators and shelves for bathing supplies, and not nearly capable of hiding their occupants from sight. All around th...em, Belle can see other girls doubled up, and even some three to four crammed into a stall in various stages of fucking, ass stretching, throat bulging and breast bouncing sex. There are even a couple of other already established cows who have apparently ventured into the cabins to meet the new arrivals, much as Buttercup has.“I think you’re. " Now?" Now, Mr. Johnson."Holy shit. I needed to get on my game for this class. Poor Johnson got his thirty seconds of prep and then started talking aimlessly about the joints in his little finger. He got some good points across about the use of the pinky in society for drinking tea and the whole class broke up when he showed how the little finger could be as effective as the middle finger in flipping the bird—which he gave directly at Ms. Streeter. The class broke up and he shut up. Probably. I can’t remember when I started to hate him, not for certain. But I do know it started when we were both pretty young. When I was eighteen John’s dad gave him a car. I remember it well because I was so jealous. My dad told me if I wanted a car I would have to pay for it myself. Considering I didn’t have any money or a job to make any, well, that finished off that dream. Anyway, I guess John felt a little bad for me because he used to take me with him when he would go to the Paradise. Paradise. "listen here you little bitch, don't pull away again or else"a few more thrusts and i had emptied my sack into her mouthI pushed her back and told her she was a good little whore andi daddy was happy, but i want to fuck that tiny teen cunt of hers."yes daddy, my pussy is yours, hurt me as much as you want"i didnt need another invitation, i roughly grabbed her and pulled her up, i ripped off her tank top exposing those perky breasts then i turned her around and ripped her leggings off hershe.