Will you help me prepare for the shows I could possibly be in?” Izzy followed up.“I would love you to be any part you would like. I won’t have m...ch to do with those shows. I start Lincoln as a full-time student while still having a lot to do with their orchestra and choir. I hope to have time for a GSS rehearsal every week, but there’s no knowing how those plans will work out.”“The following year will be your first year at Lincoln, and I have some shows in mind. Like MAME, ANYTHING GOES, SOUTH. Do anything but perform at games if you don’t want to be seen that way.”“It’s not that simple. It’s traditional to perform at those games.”“It’s also traditional for cheerleaders to be gibbering idiots with tight sweaters, pompoms and cheers that start with ‘Gimme a G’,” I pointed out. “None of those traditions are being honored any more. Why hold onto this sacred cow?”“It’s also a platform for us to demonstrate our skills and perfect our routines,” she said.“Fair enough,” I said. “I didn’t. I run my tongue over your anus with a feather light touch, teasing. The tip of my hot tongue enters you, darting at your tiny rosebud, sending the message, your virginity will be taken I turn my attention to your clit, the tip of my tongue, parting the petals of your cunt. Your thighs shake, knees tremble. I use some oil to lubricate my thumb and gently rub your ass while the lips of your pussy grow hard against my lips. You moan pressing back against my thumb, guiding my tongue into the folds. She froze in disbelief before slowly removing her hands and placing them behind her head. A single tear trickled down her cheek.Eventually and almost in a whisper, “Did I do something wrong, Miss?”“I decide when you can cum. Your orgasms are under my control. I have decided not to allow it tonight.”“Yes, Miss.”A look of utter disappointment spread over her face.“We will continue this tomorrow evening. You will log on an hour earlier, freshly bathed and with a newly shaved cunt and presented as.