It ran down my belly, between my tits and down the cheeks of my face. “Fuck pig” they shouted. A couple of men then bent me over a table and star...ed to give my ass a good beating with some table tennis bats they had found. They each took it in turns slapping my ass, which caused me to scream and cheers from the crowd, as my ass cheeks glowed red. They were telling me what a dirty slut I was, how I deserved this. The women in the crowd were screaming to whack her ass good and hard, hurt the. This just explains how I ended up sexting with my son.I was an extremely shy introverted girl in school, my parents were very strict and overly religious. They did not make me shy, but they didn't help much either. My looks didn't help me much either. My hair is snow white and very fine, I am almost albino I am so white. Even my hair "down there" is white. I got looks from girls in the locker room at school that made me uncomfortable.One time in high school I tried to act normal, there was a. I thought she meant tomorrow or the next day, but I got to tell you, that evening proved my lack of prognostication ability.I watched her walk away, that fabulous butt twitching with every step, her little (well, maybe not so little; hey didn't look small in that dress!) boobies bobbling under her dress. She was walking so that with every step she threatened to let one of those puppies free. I could only shake my head and wonder what was going on. I continued to watch her, expecting her to head. The people in the cafe eyed him suspiciously as he went to a corner booth and surveyed them along the way. He was looking for a gossip, someone who would know the goings on of the town.A waitress approached him to take his order with a warm smile and greeted him with hopes of earning a big tip. He ordered light and asked questions about her town and if she was married. Rachel accepted his inquiries as flirtation, and her being single and on the prowl she chatted with him like he was a new.