Words from my first sessionwith Miss Stevens' snuck back into my mind...*"So, on the topic of sexuality - are you straight, or gay, or bi, orsomething...else?" I nearly choked on my own tongue."I'm straight, obviously!" I gasped out, stifling my indignation. Howdare she ask if I was gay?"Obviously?" Miss Stevens echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Sorry, did I misssomething in the notes - do you have a girlfriend, or wife, or femalepartner? Not that that would preclude you from not being straight,. . I yelped more in surprise than anything. The mood changed in an instant. The two women were spanking me, slaps rained down on my bare bum, and the room filled with the stinging sound of spanking. I heard giggling as well as the two women continued spanking, dozens of strokes. Thwack.... Thwack.... Thwack... "Fuck," I muttered involuntarily into the pillow. "That's enough for a little while, don't you think Veronica?" "Yes, let the girl say hello to us," replied Rhonda. "Stand up, Sandra and. This manhunt was a major story in the local news and was the primary thing being talked about in Lesbianite circles - since Baron's victims, seven in number, had all been Lesbianite transsexual children from the city and from nearby Berkeley. And Helen Busbie's fifteen year old transsexual daughter, Robin, (whose age had been reduced two years when she was transsexed, so that officially her age was thirteen), had been one of Baron's victims - as the police felt certain.Naturally all the news. Yet. Ted knew. Dot peeked into the back seat occasionally just to see if there was any progress being made. Carol reminded Lyn, "You had sex at that party with your ward friends." "That wasn t really sex, Carol. I wasn t exactly a willing participant. "But you had an orgasm, right?" "Yes, but I mean...he didn t fuck me, Carol." Their conversation eventually turned to sex. They enjoyed sexual banter with much pleasant innuendo. They discussed the after party the previous weekend. Dot looked back.