It was real alright. What I don’t know at this time was this was to be the first of many such encounters with strangers. Todd had it all planned out...for the next six weeks. I was programmed to go out every day, find a complete stranger who looks straight and able, and seduce him into a usually brief spanking and cocksucking session. I was to never do anyone twice. You do the math. This is not a big city. Word would spread and my reputation was to be ruined. Todd had told me to always had me. “Please Jack, touch me…” she gasped, each movement of her stomach caused her to squirm as the ice touched a previously warm area. Jack lifted his head, leaving the ice there. He removed his jeans and shirt this time, leaving him in his boxers as he climbed back to straddle her midsection. She let out a soft sigh when his legs touched her sides, happy that he was no longer in the rough jeans. Jack kept his hand over the cube on her stomach to keep the icy object from touching his warm skin. He. It was good he was there to catch her, she decided. She could have taken a spill.But then there was the other encounter, similar in one respect, but harder to explain away. She’d been saving coffee cans, Howard having said they’d have a multitude of uses in the aftermath.Ronald and Sandy were doing homework. She liked Ronald’s studying with a friend who buckled down. Maybe something would rub off.“Can one of you come out and give me a hand,” knowing who’d hop up.Sandy and Susan hauled the cans. David Shepard, had asked him to tell her that she was no longer in marching band and that she was to attend Jazz Ensemble, which, again, was the crème of the crop of Mr. Shepard’s students. ‘Congratulations, gorgeous,’ I excitedly told her, ‘That means that we’re going to be in at least two classes together this semester.’ ‘That’s great,’ she widely smiled, taking my hand in front of our fellow choir students so that all could see, ‘It means that I get to be with you for more than just lunch.