And while I'm on it, there's point 5, as it applies to me:"No student shall ever be required to insert a foreign object into any bodily orifice as a p...rt of a Reasonable Request or Classroom Activity."I wish I'd known that before I let that guy shove a pickle up my butt. Not that I'd have refused, I suppose, seeing as how I enjoy anal penetration. But still, I should have known I had a choice. I should have read that damn pamphlet sooner. I still didn't know if it had been a dill pickle or a. Mary Ann asked me what I would do in that same situation. I had to admit that I didn’t know. However her question bothered me. I though about an answer even as I jerked off that night to thoughts of Mary Ann. Then I wondered what if Mary Ann really did have a sticky bow on her box and I found it. One thing is for sure; I wouldn’t rip it off like dad did. Of course I knew better now.In the morning Mary Ann accidentally opened the bathroom door up while I was standing in front of the toilet. It’s a good thing nobody was around when I came out, coming out of the mens room looking like a teenage girl. I usually shave my ass and legs (i like the way it feels) so this wasnt an issue. My hair is long, so I just let it down. He answered the door to his room, looked at me, and smiled. He invited me inside, and as soon as I walked in, he pushed me onto the bed. He kissed me and rubbed at my crotch, squeezed my fake, stuffed tits. I pushed him off, and started unzipping his pants. He. I want to see that hot fucking cunt you have.”I slowly started to spread my legs apart. He kept bellowing to go wider and bend my knees so he could see my pussy. When I finally did what was he asked, he began to gently massage my inner thigh on one leg working up to my pussy. His other hand went right for my boob and massaged one. He kept telling me how smooth and firm my body was and how much he enjoyed touching me. Unfortunately, I didn’t feel the same. When he reached my pussy he began.