Next she felt her right leg being pulled to the side and wrapped in plastic and then finally she was spread-eagled as her other leg was secured. She k...ew the boys were probably looking at her pussy that was now fully open to their stares. How many other girls had they done this too? Would she be able to watch them do this to Heidi . . . her best friend she thought? “Would you like a little dessert, Mike,” she heard Paul say.“I would love some,” he said and all of a sudden she felt a glob of. "Shall I kiss your vagina again, like before?" she whispered into Ellis's ear. The woman moaned; then she sighed, sitting up."I call it my pussy, and I'd love to," she said. "But I have to leave and pick up my youngest." She slid off the bed and closed her robe. After collecting her things, she returned to Juliana and kissed her good bye."Be strong," she said, smiling. "I'll see you around. All the best for your poor husband."Being treated as a mere object of lust goes against the very grain of. .. you ... err...” The young woman pointed towards Cynthia’s legs.“My yoga pants?”“Mmm, yes ... yoga pants.”Cynthia grinned, “I think they make my butt look good.” She stood and turned her back on Lanying, bending forwards slightly. Cynthia wore no underwear beneath the stretched fabric and she knew it was pulled tightly into her crotch, enough that her vulva was pronounced. “You like?”Lanying giggled, “I like.”It had been a week since the night spent with the voyeur. Cynthia was fixated on. When I developed into a woman, but my face did not similarly change for the better, it was a turn-off for boys, I am sorry to say.”“Oh, I am so sorry, Frances. That must have been terrible.”“Terrible, no. You get used to being ignored by boys at school; as long as they don’t taunt you as being ugly.”“They didn’t, did they?”“No, I didn’t get that at school. Enough of them knew my dad was a developer, and they assumed he was a tough guy, so they were scared I would set him on them if they were.