It couldn’t be better. Honey, there are some of your schoolmates still here who want to thank you. They remember what you did. We talked about it. W...enever someone was to be punished, you volunteered to take the punishment in her place. It was very painful, dear, but we survived, all thanks to you.”They went out to the garden and the first person Kelly saw was Mike who took her in his arms and kissed her soundly. Her mortarboard slipped off her head during the kiss, and Kevin was holding it for. "You idiot. Whenever I get this wet without my bathing suit, it never results in a good mood."John was always the type of 'in for a penny, in for a pound', so he raised the stakes. "I would imagine that skinny dipping could very well lead to the right mood. But all joking aside," he said in a more serious tone, "Can I do anything to help you out here?"Again a snort was heard and Sarah matched the bet and raised it. "I can recall quite some times that skinny dipping resulted in the right kind of. "Oui there is a bulge I can see there," Antoine said. "What would you say is the problem," I replied looking at him. "Without a proper examination, it is hard to say," he replied, as he stroked my stiffened cock through the thin material of my trousers. "In that case, perhaps you should satisfy yourself," I said. He unzipped me, allowing my cock to fully extend into his waiting hands. Antoine gently stroked my throbbing meat and moistened the tip with butterfly kisses. I grew thicker under his. Fifteen hundred dollars. Who in their right mind gave someone that much money and then leaves. Was I really a whore? I couldn’t be. I mean I saw the body in the mirror. It was the sexist thing I had ever seen in my life (did that mean I was really a man?—no clue), but still. Who would pay that much money to sleep with someone? No one in their right mind, or at least someone with a ton of money. I couldn’t imagine being a “kept” woman, someone that is at the beck and call of someone else. I.