The guilt was because Melanie wanted to do it, and she couldn’t come up with a good reason not to do it. She liked sucking dicks now - she liked it ... lot.The fact the boys expected her to do it made it feel naughty and disgusting. It made it easier for her to justify it. Her main concern was what happened if she didn’t meet their expectations at the end of the day or got arrested.The boys had whipped her ass the night before. They made it abundantly clear she needed to come home with three. I don't know why I've been thinking about losing my virginity. Maybe it's because I've written recently about my first facial, then my first experiments with candle wax. Whatever it was, I spent some time reminiscing about the good and thinking about what wrong with the bad. The first was Justin. “Do you want to go to the prom?” He asked casually a month before prom in a text message. “Of course,” I typed back. I heard through the rumor mill that he was looking for a prom date after his. I suspect she was moving some of the clothes around, keeping them from me, as I would swear I had twice searched the area where I finally found the last piece hiding. Regardless, I retrieved them all and was able to place a neatly folded bundle before her feet. Or where I imagined her feet were."Stand."I stood.I felt a strap being placed around my penis, down by the base. It looped once between my penis and scrotum, then again behind my sac. A last strap bisected my sac in two, one nut on each. “I hope it’s not serious.”“It is,” I said, stroking my futa-cock with my right hand. “Thanks.”“You’re welcome. Hope it all works out,.”“Me, too.” I hung up and shuddered. The church provided meals to a half-dozen elderly members of the congregation. That would keep Helena busy for the next hour or two. Then I found Georgia’s number. If she was out, too... “Hello,” Georgia answered. “Mrs. Marlow? Is it about my study session with Sky tonight?”“Yes, she was hoping you could meet her at my place.