We talked as we danced to the music along with the others on the dance floor. "So tell me, Miss Appleton, what do you do?"I replied, "I'm an ambassado... with the United Nations and I live in New York City. How about you?" I'm a barrister from London, I specialize in human rights." He said to me."Fascinating. In my work as an ambassador, I support and work with various causes such as human rights, the environment, global poverty, and worldwide healthcare to name a few." I said back to him."You. This is an ass-fetish story about high school cheerleaders, facesitting and facefarting ("winds"). There is no penetrating sex. There aren't many ass-worship fiends, but this is for those who enjoy those things as much as I do. ---------------------------------------------It was a simple plan but one that progressed to unimaginable events. How could watching a simple high school football game turn into something so insane, and a week later, into something so life-changing? I was a freshman. She had decided to pursue a teaching career in high school physics. Her schedule was very demanding but it didn't take her long to find a new boyfriend. It was her need to be loved and cared for that enabled Ron to become her steady boyfriend. Ron treated her like she was truly special and he did everything that a perfect gentleman would do for a lady. It was the first time in Betsy's life that any guy had worshiped her in such an intimate, thoughtful manner.Thinking back now, on this chapter. ..tor... Terry's v...oice...?" Yes, Joe, my voice. You love the sound of my voice. It's allyou live for now. It is life and death to you now, my wonderfulvoice." Woooonderfulll vooooiice?" Yes, Joe, Terry's wonderful voice. So soft and satisfying. Youcan't think of anything but my voice. Whatever my voice says,you will hear. Whatever I say, you will listen to. Do youunderstand, Joe?" I listen... to Terrrrry's voice." Yes you will, Joe, you will listen to Terry's voice and youwill understand.