She looked stunning. She had on an incredible red dress that barely covered her tits and ass. I thought the dress she wore last week was revealing but...this dress put that one to shame.I had tried putting last week's events out of my mind but the memory came flooding back when I saw her in her dress. To be honest I hadn't done a very good job of putting the events out of my mind. I even masturbated a couple times to the vision of Aaron's cock pumping into my wife. I was pretty sure Aaron had. We were making out in front of Tara and on their bed and there was nothing she could do about it. I started to get hard and Matt didn’t waste any time grabbing a hold of me and started working my shift with his hand. Matt broke our kiss and looked right at Tara as he slowly worked his way down to my now raging hard on and without blinking he took my whole shaft while staring right into her eyes. At this point I just threw my hands behind my head and enjoyed the show, all while Tara was crying. I finished just as Ben rang thebell. As ordered, I had him meet my mother, then he took my hand andwe went out to his car. He took my hand? What am I doing? He wassmiling as he drove to the dance, then as we walked in, he put his armaround my waist. Without being rude, how could I stop him, and worse,did I want to stop him. I no longer felt like a boy in a dress, andnobody treated me like one. All of the girls seemed to have acceptedus into their ranks as equals, while almost every boy deferred. She only knew when Mark’s rhythm with the strap came to a stop. She relaxed into the pillows and buried her head into the bedsheets and cried. Mark gave her a few minutes to recover. When she was calmer, he helped her to her feet and said, “Alright, now it’s time for the cane. Step over here to the center of the room.” He took her elbow and gently led her to the center of the room. He continued, “Now, I want you to bend over and hold onto your ankles.” Christine slowly bent over at the waist.