Even when my Dean personality was incontrol, I couldn't deny that I had loved dancing. Mam was extremelyrelieved to have seen that I was enjoying it a...d that I wasn't thinkingabout quitting anymore. Thoughts went back to Steven and Lisa. What didshe have that I didn't? Maybe if I was blonde. I started looking in themirror, trying to imagine what I would look like as a blonde when I gota funny sensation in the back of my skull. Like some part of my brainthat I had never used before had suddenly. "Hi June, it's Janice," said my friend, "why don't you come on over to my house and hang awhile." Great," I said anything to get away from the sights in my back garden.Janice lives only a few streets away so I was soon knocking on her door. But it was out of the frying pan and into the fire, for there was her brother Tom also stripped off down to a pair of small shorts."Hi Tom," I called out."Hi yourself," he leered at my exposed flesh, sending goose bumps up my legs to my already wet pussy.. From where we sat, enjoying the sun and canine companionship, we could hear the sounds of the football game. And as luck would have it, the home team lost. (High school for me was 30+ years ago and several thousand miles away, so I didn't care about the outcome of the game.) Once the game ended, the visitors spilled out, yelling taunts and laughing at the host school. And of course, stupidity ensued. Some kids got into their cars and started driving like idiots and doing "donuts" all over the. His eyes were dark, unrelenting. “You are not to cum, Ally. If you do, all this is over. Do not touch yourself. Don’t even think about taking it out. You’re my fucktoy, remember?”“But – Scott – you can’t expect - ”His hand went under my skirt and cupped my snatch possessively.“You know the word. Use it.” He waited. I didn’t speak.“Good girl. And I think you’d better lose the panties. A nice girl like you can’t be walking around with wet panties on.”He held his hand out and I meekly eased out of.