<u><b>Collette</b></u><br/><br/>I was shocked, this girl had been raped because of me. But she still was doing everything to help me. I was going to do something for her when I could, it would never make up for what she had to endure, but I would try. It gave me something other than the cork harvester to think about at least. "I haven't taken the class either..."<br/><br/>She took my hand, and the sudden pleasant tingle shocked me. Then with my arm over her shoulders, I was very aware of how pleasant it was feeling. I felt my pussy clenching harder on the cork harvester inside me and I let out a whimpering moan. "S-something is wrong..." I said to her, looking to see how many students where coming to see our shame, or worse saving it forever on their phones. I wasn't sure how to tell her that her touches where starting to cause a build up of pleasure inside me again, and I was hoping it was actually just the cork harvester doing something that caused it.