Spanky. I had fashioned him from a ten colored pen. I would put on music that would pick up paces, such as river dance music or metal, and as I played...with my pussy I would pick up the pace as the music did, and have myself a hell of a time. This went on for about two more years until I met Mac, my first boyfriend. . Mac, who had come up with the dreadful story about Sam, Mac, the compulsive liar, Mac, the one who sits behind me in Biology this year, Mac the one who still hates me for breaking. He had never seen anyone so beautiful.Her eyes, her smile, her facial structure, not to mention her body, all as perfect as he had ever seen. She had the voice of an angel, and was a student in college and had better grades than he did, so she was a very engaging person to talk to.This dancer was not a big woman, maybe 5'4", but she had healthy curves, she probably weighed 125 to 130 pounds. And her curves were all in the right places. She probably had breast implants, but they were not that. This was my last chance to back out, to either call the whole night off or swap my dress for a pair of sensible trousers. Id looked in the closet and picked out some black trousers and a nice top which Id look ok in. The thing that made me throw them back in the closet was the memory of this morning, when Id had entered the room wearing the long t-shirt and shorts, I remembered how my brother had stared at my legs, from calves to knees to thighs, and I also remembered the reaction I caused in. Those looks made him jealous but at the same timefilled him with pride."Those fucks would cut their left nut off if they could get a girl todo whatever they demanded whenever they wanted like I do. I think itstime to make my doll a bit sluttier. I don't want her getting crazyideas in her head or confidence. If she looks like a slut and thinksthat she is a slut then she will be a slut. Those guys will only thinkabout her only if they catch her on a street corner, even then, willonly want a.