He handed her a tissue to clean up with, but smiled as she nodded her head. “Are you sure you don’t want to clean up?” he asked.She smiled, answ...ring “I want them to draw me like this. I want to get over my shyness, and if I can get through art class with cum all over my breasts, I can do most anything.” She quietly picked some of his cum up on her finger and tasted it, while Emanuel was looking nervously around.“Well, let’s start then class. Emanuel, I’d like you to stand up and pick up. Jolene screamed. She begged for help, to be taken off the terrible platform.The Club BOSS laughed. “STEP BACK” “Back. Quiet”“Taking off his belt he doubled it over and dragged it slowly over her body.”Jolene trembled in fear. She could only babble begging, crying. The men were quiet waiting. The BOSS brought the belt down over Jolene’s thigh’s.The sound of the belt hitting her thighs again echoed through the room. Her already bruised legs became redder and redder. The men yelled and laughed. . Now, who can tell me who had the first plan for Reconstruction?” Ms. Howard continued, much of the class now consisting of Q and A of that sort, at least for review of the topic.The whole time, though, Ms. Howard looked at me, as did Chrissy, and of course, Adela, Marcie, Jordan, and Larry, with some apparent admiration. I think that Chrissy liked that I let her down easy rather than poked fun at and insulted her and her Southern origins. I had shown empathy and consideration, and I even smiled. "Seconds later I heard the alert and then heard Lynn gasp, "You're,Michael, you're a, you're a girl!"After the initial shock she agreed to meet me the next afternoon forlunch near her office. Three down, twelve to go. I switched my focus tothe server maintenance task, enjoying the feeling the honesty brought. Inoticed that moving about the office today seemed different. I didn'tbang or thump about, now I glided. Moving in the heels seemed close tonatural. I had learned to move carefully near.