Once the principal had seen me, thenregained his composure, he called the same teachers back into this office.I could see them trying really hard not ...o laugh, and I started to cry."That's enough of that," mom said, "you'll ruin your makeup."I did my best, but couldn't stop the flow of tears, my shame so muchgreater than my fear of her... or my father. I just stood there like that,waiting for the chorus of snickers to break out into roaring laughter,then..."As much as I appreciate the effort,". I called Ambassador Al Farsi to come pick my reply tomorrow morning - July first. The Ambassador was out of town and would not be able to pick it up until the afternoon of the following day - July second. It would take at least a day or more to get to the General.If Ambassador Al Farsi handled it personally, he would have to take a flight to Europe - most likely through Germany - then a flight to Pakistan. The letter would then be taken by a VIP to Tehran to be hand delivered to the General on. I don't consider myself gay. But I do feel I'm rather bisexual and here's why. I like girls, a lot, as much as the streightest straight guy there is. However, there's this k** in my English class, his name is Steven, he plays lacrosse and football, so you can imagine how athletic he is. He has an amazing six pack, perfect pecs and biceps you could just take a bite of. He was about 14 I think. He's also just about the king of popularity in my school. Anybody who's anybody knows who he is. Myself. Tonya then dropped to her knees and grabbed the waistband of the tiny posing suit and slowly pulled it down allowing my imprisoned cock to spring free.She then produced a small bottle of clear liquid and after squeezing a small amount of it into her hand began to rub it on my hard cock. The liquid was warm and it felt slick.I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her small hand covering the length of my cock with the slippery substance. When she stopped I opened my eyes and discovered.