The boy has to decide for himself." Decide what?" Eric was still trying to separate his thoughts from the lingering pain inside him. Only his erection...stayed clear in his mind, like it did nakedly in front of young Naomi and the old woman.Ms. Cottins grew bold. Her new personality realized that this was the opportunity she had always waited for and probably the last one she would ever get, but she also knew that she was just a likely to fail as she always had before. Therefore she called Eric's. .. lips. I look up at him shocked as I realize thatI'm touching a vagina."I got that at the Meat Market this weekend," his voice haughty withpride like he just showed me his prized tattoo. "Now, can you stopfingering me and let's return to our desks before anyone starts askingquestions. You first." Getting the hint, I peek out to be safe, exitthe stall, and wash my hands of the semen and slimy arousal from hisother place. Funny, it smells just like a girl's pussy.We return to our cubicle. ”“Nipple clamps,” Sun said, a smile playing on her lips.My nipples tingled. I fought the instinct to cover my nipples. Daddy would never hurt me. He might cause me pain, but that wasn't the same. I trusted him. Mom played these games. And so could I. He brought the clamp close to my nipple. Opened it. And let it snap shut.I flinched.How much would it hurt?He brought it closer and closer to my nipple. My trembles increased. Why was he taking his time? I wanted him just to get it over with. It. " Used up a lot of gas." Yeah..."Neither spoke for a long time."Why don't you sit down?" the girl offered at last. "I could fix you some coffee." Huh, I don't drink coffee," Malcolm said sitting on a wooden chair by the kitchen table. "But, thank you just the same." I should have known. Still in training?" Sure. Always." We have milk and orange juice." Milk would be fine," Malcolm said.Malcolm didn't care for milk, but he felt he had to be polite and accept something to drink.The girl turned,.