She’d gulp it down, then leave. But she wasn’t Leslie.- - - - -Leslie spent every night with me for the next year. I guess the money her parents w...ere spending on a dorm room was wasted.Leslie loved the missionary position as much as I did because she could wrap her legs and arms around me and hold on tight as I fucked her brains out. She’d have multiple orgasms before I could cum once, but I didn’t mind. I loved feeling her body quiver in my arms and loved hearing her moan as they ravished her. I jumped again as a sharp swoosh of air followed by the sound of the ruler hitting my inner thigh made my public muscles start to clench, taking my breath away, halting my attempts of protest. He moved in closer and growled, “Only speak when spoken to, or there will be consequences. Do you understand?” I was absolutely transfixed by him, I hung my head and mumbled, “Yes, sir.” “Better, good girl. Now I want to inspect your underwear but I can already see that whore red bra through your shirt so. " I can't wait to fuck her." This stupid cunt is letting us do whatever we want to him." I know, right? Let's all fuck her a little and keep switching so we don't nut too soon and see if we can fucking destroy this dumb bitch."Hard, fleshy erections were repeatedly swapped out of any available hole, or slid in with another that was currently occupying it and these men continued their verbal assault on me calling me every name in the book. It was during this round of repeated exploitation, that. One of them was a robust man about 35 years old and was wearing narrow blue jeans with a casual checked shirt; the other seemed to be younger about 30 and was wearing skin fit black denim and navy blue t-shirt. I could clearly see his biceps and could draw a rough idea about his abs. All I can tell about them is that they were utterly handsome hunks.I switched off the music, but kept earphones in my ear and started listening to their conversation. It was about the usual condition of train..