” She let a sob escape and, when Max reached out, she held up a hand, stopping him.“I got gonorrhea my senior year, just before graduation. My par...nts were mortified. My mother stopped going to church, afraid to show her face. I had turned into the biggest slut in the school, but that frightened me. How I didn’t wind up pregnant, I have no idea. I had gotten a scholarship, you see? I went away to college, made up my to change, to cage my slut. I stopped dating, not wanting to be that person. "You bet she's convincing!" Gloated the big brutish dyke. "Christ! Even I could fancy her and I hate cocks."I squirmed uncomfortably then squealed as the two guards casually gripped my cock. Fortunately, my zapper was still buried deep inside my -as yet undiscovered pussy. It was still switched off so my cock would not respond fully to their caresses.It lay semi-tumescent in their hands simply refusing to get any harder. This perplexed them a bit and the smaller leader scolded them."That's not. They drove home to what they thought was safety."There was a big screen TV perched on the front of the stage and several others on the walls of the auditorium. It was the custom to televise stage shows being presented so that viewers far back could see an image of what was going on. The lights were dimmed, and the officer clicked on a remote. I sank down in my seat.The tape started both audio and video, as Jan and Clare ran into the living room crying, babbling about how they had no idea those. It all started back in the early 90's, when we just started to get public internet access....you remember, with those 2400 baud dial up modems, AOL as main internet source for a long time and the introduction into the www. And of course the BBS's, the bulletin message boards, or mailboxes, how they were called for a short while. Curious about sex, I used a few sexually oriented boards, to read up on what turns others on, how they experience sex, and of course, to learn. One day I stumbled upon.