It didn't matter how much he wanted someone to lovehim, because he was an impotent she-male, caught between sexes.Everyone loved him when he was danci...g, but they were cheering for thestripper, not him. He liked the feeling he got where he was dancingthough and that made him wonder if it was it the stripper or the personbehind the pasties who was enjoying it. Maybe he didn't deserve to beloved any more. He had come to identify with the stripper side ofhimself too much. He was becoming more. This was how I was passing my classes this year. “Cassie, I hope this teaches you to study more and fuck less next year,” my Biology professor, Ms Clarkson, said caressing my boob as she licked her lips. I knew all of them secretly hoped the same happened next year and they could use me again like they were about to now. Ms Reyes, my Math professor, set up a camera and promised she would punish me every time I failed by making me watch the tape, but not let me touch myself. “Such a nice body,. ..His cock slammed over and over into me. He fucked me with such rage. He finally came pulling his messy cock out. You dirty whore he yelled and slapped my ass really really hard. I laid there crying. I ran to my room when he left and got in the shower. I sat on the shower floor crying, wondering what happened to the man I fell in love with. Later that night he used me again and again throughout the night, I laid there motionless as he had his way with me. The next day I called Kim and told her. 2 more days later . i text back saying it was not enough . that more was required . she pleaded with me and said after the money drop he and her are no more . she wants nothing to do with the man . i figured yeah yeah . I told her she needs to come up with more money or i do what ever it takes to put the pics into her husbands hands . she begged me not to . I told her that if she can't pay other arrangements need to be made . she asked like what . what could she have that would be ok to make.