The roped schoolgirl's rape

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"Who is that creepy guy?" Ginny Williams bugged her notebook to her tits, feeling revulsion and a slight sexual thrill race through her body. She had stopped by her locker, pressing her rounded ass against the blue metal door. Her girlfriend, Cindy Frainingham, was fishing in the top shelf of her opened locker for her history book, muttering under her breath.

"Hm? Oh, him?" Cindy's voice dropped when her eyes flashed across an older man carelessly dressed in dirty coveralls and a khaki army-style shirt. He was rattling around a small cleaning closet, casting looks at several of the girls in the high school as they breezed by.

"He's unreal," Ginny said, feeling a giggle die in her throat the minute his gaze came to rest on her. There was something in that gleam, something that made her blood chill. Ginny tightened her fingers around the notebook, drawing her knees together under her plaid skirt and curling her toes against her sandals.

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