"I think it's fucking hot. You should already know how I feel about it. Remember I'm the one who popped your cherry. I'm also the one who wants to see...you do a guy." She answered.There was a pause I our conversation, I was remembering her promise that she could "make it happen easily" and I was having this internal dialogue about whether or not I wanted to. I already knew the answer and I guessed she did too."Technically you've already committed yourself to doing a guy last week, remember?" She. I requested her to give 10 min of her precious time . She said even I want to spend time with you but I have to go home. Finally she agreed to stay 10 min. She asked me in a sarcastic way “what will happen in 10 min tell me now?” As she had no clue as we were standing outside in public. I quickly took her to the parking wher I have parked my car . She followed me. There was a dark corner next to my car with a huge pillar along with a fire extinguisher. I just pulled her there & lip locked. It. "Pull my hair again, and spank me, this time hard," Des complied, she scooted out from under the sex goddess, grabbed a fist full of locks, and pulled back very hard, harder than she may have if she wasn't so turned on by this new side of herself. She heard her now prey gasp, almost in a frightened way. She winds up and spanks her tight round bubble butt almost as hard as she can, this time leaving a welt. "Oh!" She rocked her hips side to side, saliva and pussy juice streaming from her. I mean I wasn't the manliest man around. I had hair that was almosttouching my shoulders and I was pretty skinny and lithe, not to mention alittle shorter than most guys. But I was still fairly sure I lookedmostly male. Wendy just seemed to look at the data and had no reason tobelieve I would lie, and so just believed I was a girl that didn't reallylook after her appearance. But still, what the fuck was going on with allthis coincidental stuff?When Wendy returned and fitted me with the bra,.