Jennifer wasn’t sure what was happening at first. There was a hand on her throat, a cock stretching out her tiny asshole, and the scent of baby oil in the air. As she slowly finished waking up, her blurry eyes starting to focus on Mr. Randal’s face, she remembered.

“Oh, yeah… That’s right… Mr. Randal took me home after the announcement that The Act passed last night. He… Oh fuck that hurts! He fucked my ass until I passed out…” she thought, biting her lip to keep from moaning or squealing too loud.

“Yeah! This little slut ass is all mine! I’m fucking the hell out of your ass from now on, slut!” he said.

“Good for him! Finally getting his dick in an ass he’s wanted all this time! I’ll thank him for the attention later,” she thought, before the pain in her ass and the hand on her throat made it impossible to think anymore.