As he was leaving he said, "Think about it son. I think this is just what you need. I know it was what I needed when I got back from The Nam in 69. I'...ve never been sorry I settled in here and neither was Sophie until she died on me last year."I was sitting on the bar's outside patio thinking about what Phil had said when the after work crowd started arriving. One of the first to arrive of course was the school teachers and Linda led them out onto the patio. She smiled when she saw me and came. Miss Davis was happy to see that I brought my dancewear as well.Sometimes Miss Johnson needs help with the girls, she informed me. Itwould help if I were appropriately attired to assist in the balletclasses. I was perfectly aware of what that entailed as Jackie and I wererequired to attend the ballet classes while we were enrolled in MissJohnson's School for Girls.We walked so quickly that I didn't really feel all that uncomfortablewalking around the neighborhood with three girls in their. She couldn't remember any one specific dream but based off the wet spot on the bed she knew what they were about. She dressed for the day as instructed and went about her business. It was while walking out to her car that she realized the pleasurably cruel torture at my choice of panties. The beads rubbed her clit while she walked. She had to stop a moment initially to keep her pussy juice from bursting into her pants. She laughed to herself as she started walking again. Her steps had to be. Then he jams himself inside of you, hurting the already aching back of your throat. You feel how he’s been spurred on by the fact that he made you throw up. You’re becoming a teary slobbering mess, and it’s in that that the men are taking pleasure. It’s in your lack of control. In your lack of capacity to handle the use they are subjecting you to.In their brutality the men who are using you know what they are doing. They aren’t just mindlessly getting so carried away that you cannot control.