Look a little different, maybe attract a different crowd. So, by that Wednesday, I was wearing a full khaki skirt and my brother's white shirt with th... sleeves rolled. I sat on the center aisle in the Economics lecture hall, about half way up. You could see my calves, nothing else, but I really got a lot of eyeballs from the guys. Some of the girls, too.A guy came up the steps and slid into the next seat. He had a big bag of books with him and had to dig around to find his notes. He had a copy. But we didn’t let her go. Rahul also insisted her. But she became offset and her eyes became full of tears. I also became sad. I said to Rahul, I should tell for her. She was stopping me but I told the truth. I said, “Rahul, you are her dream guy who’s DICK she has been dreaming to have in her PUSSY.” Rahul with a pleasant smile told us, “But she never told me.” I replied, “She was afraid of your rejection.”Anyways now it the time of Rahul. He choose the dare. It was a great opportunity for me. “That’s good. Now get over here,” I said, as I sat in the middle of the couch, “and get over my knee.” “You’re serious?” “As serious as cancer.” “Can I have a minute to go to the bathroom?” “No, get over here.” She slowly moved toward me and stood in front of me. I took her wrist and lead her to my right side and moved her into position over my lap. I noticed that her eyes were red and puffy and her nose was running. She was going to bring on the tears early and hope for nothing more than a few. She knew that meant her end would have an anal aspect to it. She was blindfolded and brought out to the stage. She couldn't see the cross with its cruel hook. Her arms were shackled to the ends of the cross widely spread. She was eased onto the hook with it penetrating her ass five or six inches. A belt was then loosely fastened around her preventing her from moving away from the post.A motor started and the post rose up slowly toward the vertical. Her blindfold was whipped off and she could.