I could barely bleat any words, my mouth filled with incomprehensible animalistic sounds as his manhood drove deep within my pulsing sex. I've never k...nown him so engorged, so stiff, so swollen. He was utterly rampant, his hands on my underbelly stroking the fleecy softness, his cock bludgeoning its way into my sloppy snatch as my muscles spasmed in orgasmic delight, clasping and gripping at wondrous him as his hips slapped against my proffered hindquarters. I was in heaven. Bleating out my. I saved the best face picture to a file. I wondered if Jen could get useable facial scans to compare against the student roster.Then I was hit with a brick. Girl number 318 was staring at me - the same girl, on the same bed, with the same corner bedpost, and with the same arm restraints as the girl in the pictures from the frat house. They even had a name and the date the rape supposedly took place. They called her Roxey Newhouse. I downloaded the DVD and all the pictures of her. I continued to. Deep in the recesses of his mind a strong impetus was urging him to peep in. He had seen her once but desperately wanted to see her again, a fact that he found quite disturbing.Simon peeped in. She was lying motionless on her bed, as could be expected of comatose patient. Her face was pale, drawn, but beautiful nonetheless, her brow scarred. The white sheet, draped over her midsection, was just partially covering a hideous metal frame the purpose of which was unknown to Simon. But he was sure. She took control more when she told me to turn around. My ass was out when she slapped it with her hands. My butt is firm but still big for me size. Her slaps were sting but I was getting a high from it. She was hell loving it, she started to hit me harder. A couple more hard hits to my butt, Morgan moved onto the bed. “Come suck this pussy clean again” she demanded. I listened and went down on her for a while. Her pussy was wet as hell and there was allot of juices to lick up, but I was.