I replied to all of his questions in yes/no and did not dare to speak and was feeling very shy. He then said that he wanted to speak something to me a...one and asked to go to a side with him and I followed.Seeing that no one was around he start telling me to not to tell anyone what has happened that morning and that my friends will make fun of me and ruin my life/studies and I will be stamped as a gay forever. I got scared at his words and realized that I should not tell this to anyone.About a. The warm glow running through my body becomes a heatwave. I think I blush. There’s something I’ve been thinking of, but I hardly dare raise the topic. Inevitably I do. “Those things you said last time…”“I hope you weren’t offended,” Sandra says, now all concern.“No,” I smile. This might be easier than I thought. “Was there any… substance to them?”“How do you mean?”I begin to stutter, perhaps it is difficult, after all. “I mean ab-b-b-b-ab-ab… about demonstrating products in p-p-p-person.”Sandra. Next morning I felt awkward and the warmth of our relationship was missing. It was my fault and I knew it. . .With every ounce of reserve that I could muster I forced myself to maintain my friendship with the lady who so sorely troubled me. By evening we were back on close, friendly terms and I worked to keep it that way for the rest of the school year. It was Saturday morning in February and Bambi was ironing clothes as was her routine. What was not routine was that she was wearing one of my. Both of them had played with similar toys, though this one was a little different. The two of them went to her holding her struggling body and talking to her. Each of them told her it would be alright and tried to get her to relax. Eventually she did. By the time her body was completely relaxed more than half of the eight inch thing was inside of her, and the remaining four inches went in easily and she felt something hairy touching either of her butt cheeks. She reached behind her and fell.