“But that’s how I write, I don’t know how to write different,” he replied. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you then,” said Scarlett. �...Could you help me?” asked John. “I guess so… how?” she asked. “Come to my dorm and help me write this paper, I’ll owe you,” he answered. Scarlett agreed to help John later that night. She spent the rest of the class thinking of how he could owe her. Honestly, she knew what she wanted. She wanted John to strip her down and fill the sexual pleasure she was. In fact, Ashley relished lording it over these obviously stupid girls and she let them know exactly what she thought of them and any sorority dumb enough to accept them into its bosom.Therefore, she thought it odd that just two days later she should get an invite to that very sorority's toga party. But she did think it neat that the sorority, like she, was interested in ancient history. She was will to forgive and forget their obvious inferiority and rather ungraciously accepted the e-mailed. “I understood from the outset that some parts of being your boyfriend would include doing things I’ve never done before or things I might not particularly like to do. If you had told me this was one of those things, I’d have been OK with it ... at least for tonight. But you’ve got to understand that I’m going to tell you ‘no’ about some things. Look, I’m OK with small groups. Eight or 10 people are fine. But I don’t like being around hundreds of people I don’t know – and probably wouldn’t like.. Oh no!Stacey's stiffie was coming back!Disaster.Mr. Biggenstiff would reason that Stacey was gay because he got stiffwhen the man touched him in touchy places. Then he would MAKE Staceyaccept his disgusting cock in Stacey's little mouth. Followed by the mansticking that big monster into Stacey's bumhole!!But that didn't happen.Mr. Biggenstiff paid a lot of attention to Stacey's balls as he wieldedthat washcloth.Poor Stacey. The boy groaned involuntarily at the gay sensations a sweetball rub.