She moved gracefully out to the center of the stage wearing one of my blue capes. She kept her hands down close to her hips, then while holding her ha...d straight out horizontal to the floor, she took a spin around pivoting in one spot. She had a "pencil thin" dress on that came to just 8 inches below her knees, yet so tight around those lovely knees that she could only take a six inch step! Then she pranced back and forth across the stage. That was the cue for the auctioneer to start the. The cheeks are pushed apart by the thick, wet pipe. For a few agonising seconds the spike is slowly pushed deeper up Jonothon’s sweet, tight, pink lickle bumhole with a slow, wet squeak. The boy’s eyes roll in his head as he squeals. His hole becomes wider, and wider. But his real suffering begins as the brain bug begins to suck through the hollow organic tube. Jonothon’s eyes slowly begin to bulge. His breathing becomes loud and slow. A gentle sucking noise begins as Jonothon’s brain is. He was quivering, poor thing, so I gently stroked my fingers up and down his length in an attempt to sooth him but it only seemed to make the trembling worse, so I let my hand fall between his legs to squeeze and massage his lovely balls but that only resulted in him letting out a soft groan. I petted his neck and whispered gentle loving words into his skin in the hope that would assuage his fever but when my fingers returned from their delicate inspection of his cum full love sacs I found his. They either are too scared to talk to me, or they think I'm a slut or they think I'm a frigid bitch," she said."Gosh," I said, "I can see why someone might be too shy to approach the head cheerleader, but those last two seem a little harsh."She shook her head ruefully. "Actually, truth to tell, they're both right on." She looked at me. "What do you think of that?"A beat. I looked her right in the eye, the way Uncle Mike had taught me. "I think you're the strangest girl. Most girls at this.