He’s a student at UofC. A Junior. He seems like a nice enough guy. He asked me out. I wasn’t sure what to do.”“Go out with him?” I chuckled,...but ensuring it sounded like a question.“Well, yes, but should I?”“Isn’t dating a precursor to engagement, and engagement to marriage? You kind of have to move along the path unless you plan to have an arranged marriage or decide to get married the moment you meet the guy!”“I suppose. But how do I know if he’s the right guy?”“By dating him,” I said. “Start. I stood there with my pubic bush fully exposed to his gaze, the dark fuzzy fur around my pussy highlighting the fact that I was not a true blonde but a brunette like Mummy.In a flash he had bent me over his knee and now his hand spanked the daughter after the mother, the sharp 'SMACKK!' resounding around the barn with each arrival of his palm.My head was in a whirl and it was all I could do not to orgasm on his knee right there and then and his fingers strayed towards the exposed entrance of my. I was hot with shame and I stood there listening to them laugh at me."Come back for more abuse, faggot?" asked Marion.I couldn't move. I felt paralyzed."Want to suck a little more dick, Cynthia darling?" asked Tim cruelly."Poor little faggot's just realizing what a total fool we made of him, isn't that right, sissyboy?"I nodded dumbly and realized, to my unending humiliation, that my cock was straining at my briefs. Marion and Tim noticed it at the same time."Look," squealed Marion in delight.. "I caught Arlene and Ann sneaking the one from this floor onto the freight elevator. Before I knew it, I was the one waving the checkered flag." It was not checkered, or a flag," Arlene laughed. "It was my green panties, as you well know, since you pulled them off me to have something to wave," she finished, giggling.When the laughing died down, Jeff said, "Oh, that reminds me, Dave. Sometime in the future, have someone fix the paneling in the north wing on the second floor. Ann got on the.