Manipulation was the name of the game. It sounds cold and calculating when I write it down, but if it's either them or you on the end of the string......better it be them."You need to be a cheerleader, Polly," Tara continued. "It will get you out in front of lots of people, stage experience, and maybe, if the Langousta team wins All-City, you'll get some exposure in the papers..."Her eyes, the pupils mere pinheads, gleamed dully. "And speaking of exposure, lover, imagine yourself out there in. I sauntered up to them, and the pretty man glanced up at me. “Good evening, gentlemen,” I said sweetly.“We don’t need any girls,” he grunted before his companion could stop him. The tanned man jumped to his feet, but I held a hand up.“If you weren’t aware, sir, this isn’t that kind of club.” I grinned as he looked up at me skeptically, and finally his companion spoke up.“Miss Rochester! So nice to see you again,” he gushed, and I beamed. The pretty man glanced up at him in confusion.“Senator. But another part — the part that believed in God — was terrified. What had she done to me?I sensed people looking askance at me, curious, puzzled, and maybe just a little bit frightened. I must have been an alarming sight.God help me — was it already too late? Was I still Vincenzo? Or was I something else? The leaden feeling came over me again. I wanted to lie down and rest. But I couldn’t! Not here! No, it had to somewhere quieter — and dark. I would need the dark…I thought of Flora, and of my. Such a shallow show of dedication my dear, he suddenly said. You need lots of love lessons and serious discipline.Seconds later I land across his lap and he starts to slap my ass. I try to protect my bottom by my hands, no avail.Screams, first from indightment, secondly from my burning bottom and thirdly probably from my amazing arousal!Stella slowly wakes up to the pains and pleasures of her prediciament, bent across my lap, feeling my manhood.She feels a fresh mix of my sweetness she knew and.