You’re able to sleep

Hours pass, and you drift off into a deep but slightly uncomfortable sleep given your predicament.

You can’t tell what time it is when you’re woken up, but it’s hardly the first thing on your mind as a stranger sits on your face while in the middle of a phone call with someone else. She doesn’t acknowledge you at all the whole time other than soft moans as you lick her pussy. She seemed to be calling someone to complain about a class she was taking, and the nonchalance of her demeanor along with mentions of necessary credit hours made you think the was one of the older students. Possibly on her third or fourth year here. Only a slight pause in conversation, a shudder of her thighs, and a staggered exhalation told you that she had cum, and just as casually as she’d sat down she stood up, signed the clipboard, and left the bathroom. You saw as she walked away that she wore a button-down shirt, tie, and suit jacket but was naked from the waist down as you were seeing more often in the woman-only classroom buildings.

You guessed that it was probably the morning, but couldn’t tell when exactly. Not that it mattered honestly.

The girl who locked you in in the first place visited with a meal again and helped you eat it, but didn’t use you this time.

“I can’t be too many of your signatures. That would be cheating.” She teased as she left

Sunday passed slowly as well, with a few girls using your mouth but not much otherwise. Your end-of-day tally was 27. Only a little over half of what you needed to be released. On the bright side you could rest a little, but being bound, naked, and exposed for all who used the chilly restroom to see made it a little difficult to sleep for more than a bit at a time.