It seemed to work, as the girlsappreciated his slutty appearance.Today was no different: Cinna wore a yellow criss-cross ruched halter top,matched wit... a pair of denim shorts that were so short, I wasn't sure howthey didn't break the school's dress code. The yellow top was a brightcontrast to his dark skin. His ebony hair was twisted into corkscrews,while on his feet, he wore a pair of yellow 3-inch heels.By contrast, Bradleigh was dressed in a more stereotypical manner. He worea hot pink crop. Rita, my mother and Harriet followed us quickly into my room and shut thedoor. Harriet standing up rested her back against the door and then I reallyknew some heavy stuff was going to be laid on me!(What I did not know at the time was that Grace was calling Dr. Purnell atthat very same moment.)Barb began with saying, "Rich, look at yourself. What do you see?"I did look and I looked very carefully and fully. I looked and tried tofigure out what she wanted me to see. What I saw was a face made. Back at the room I found out that they had already flipped a coin. Our friend would be getting me first. I didn’t realize that, while I was being bred by him, Bill was setting up the laptop and his web cam. The next few hours would become very public the next day.We changed position a few times; from missionary to me being flat on my tummy then back to missionary. He wasn’t as thick as Bill; he had the ‘length’. While taking his time with me, he slowly prodded deeper and deeper. By the time he. The tone ofmy voice must have given my true feelings away. We started walking back towards the parking garage. Edith and Rhondawere in the lead, while Monica and I trailed. We went about a quartermile or so without saying anything. I then noticed Monica and I wereholding hands. I don't know who took whose hand first, but it was quitelow key and really quite nice. She had been aggressive all day, and justthe idea of us doing something subtle gave it all balance. It felt likeit could be love to.