Old “ladies” to help them get into good universities.Next day I went back to the park at the same time. Again, both girls arrived, played badminto... for an hour then left. Again Chantal went down the path while Sarah went to the coffee shop to study.This time I followed Chantal, at a discreet distance so she wouldn’t notice. After about 15 minutes she stopped in a small, remote clearing, sat under a tree and started reading. Shortly, a boy arrived and she eagerly jumped up to greet him. I. I was wearing mascara, blue eyeshadow,crimson lipstick, foundation and rouge. She had really done a job on me.I checked the bathroom. She had left me some soap, a towel and shampoo.I knew from watching her that I would need make-up remover to get most ofthis off and I had no idea what I needed to get my breasts off.I looked down at my pantyhose. I was in serious trouble. There wereladders in them.I unhooked them and as if it was the most natural thing in the worldreached for a fresh pair. . ”Cleansed? Punished? She can’t possibly mean... She spread her arms across the table and laid her upper body across its surface. Her breasts flattened as they pressed against the wood, but the focus of his attention returned to her magnificently exposed ass. Sperm continued to seep from her ravaged hole, and against all physical possibility he found himself getting aroused again.“I must be punished. Drive this evil from me. Cleanse me. Punish me. Cleanse me. Punish me.” This mantra she. There wasn't any doubt that I was in deep, real deep,and by smacking him, I had sealed my own fate. I couldn't give up onbeing a girl even if I wanted to, which I didn't of course, which meantthat I had no choice but to go all out to convince him that his way wasthe wrong way, and wouldn't happen anyway. Rather than wearing a skirt, Ichose the tan shorts. They were called "boy shorts," for some reason. Thecuffs were about an inch below my groin, and while not real tight, theydidn't hide much.