..I had sneaked in there -after the girls all changed and gone out to the pool- to get an idea of what their dressing room was like. All the clothes w...re neatly stacked, there were no lockers, many pairs of clean & soiled underwear..again, from some of the most beautiful girls in the school. So, I got to thinking...the vents for the saunas were on the door, one at the top, one at the bottom..and if the light were off inside the sauna, one could clearly look out without anybody knowing. Pansy joined in with aloud, "OH MY GOD!!!! I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM!!!"Suddenly, one of the reporters realized who it was and started runningtowards them. Squealing, Prissy jumped into the driver's seat. She couldhear Pansy frantically trying to open the passenger's side door as thereporters grew closer.Just in the nick of time, Prissy unlocked the door, letting her sisterjump in, slam, and lock it. Running into the car, one of the reporter'sstarted banging on Pansy's window, yelling out,. Her screams quashed by threats of even more hideous torture, she had endured the punishment as long as she could before fainting. The first several times Cornelius revived her only to torment her with even more outrageous offenses. At last he had tired of his games and used an especially large bottle of unknown origin featuring two bulbous projections. As it was forced into her already ravaged nest the first was simply unendurable and had left her crazy with pain and screaming incoherently. Simpson, he would correct me that is was Paul. Mrs. Simpson’s annoyance fueled me to encourage him on. I started playing off the attention that Mr. Simpson, who I was now calling Paul, was paying me. I used my little girl giggle and was flipping my pig tails around as we talked. I asked Paul how he kept is such good shape. It was Paul who was giggling now. "You think I'm in good shape?" he asked. Oh yeah, Carrie's got a hot dad," I said. Mrs. Simpson was really getting pissed now. Carrie.