It was not an area I knew even though I had grown-up in my area of the state. The meeting spot was on a dirt road, just off a numbered county road, an... between two orange orchards. The dirt road was probably the access road used by farmer who owned the orchard. It was a really dark and moonless winter night and there were no lights beyond the headlights of my car. I arrived a few minutes before the time we agreed to meet, but I still expected to see someone waiting for me when I arrived. I turn. 'Although Anthony got excited about seeing 'hot' girls from school allday long, he had a surge of disappointment when he was told he wouldmostly be setting up chairs, painting signs, cleaning up after thegirls, and more demeaning activities.Looking out of the car window, he saw they were fast approaching thedreaded venue. His mom was still fuming after all these weeks, not atthe least because her friend's daughter was going to be in the pageantwhile her son was doing community service there.. Her gaze lingered on Anson and he felt hischeeks growing warm again."So," the woman said. "Let's get to know one another. I am Ms. Stern. As I point to each of you, please tell me your first name."That went well until her finger was aimed at Anson. As he opened hismouth to speak, Britt said, "Annie." The teacher's eyebrow went up butshe didn't comment. Instead, she made a note on the roster that she hadon a clipboard before her. Anson wanted to object. He didn't want hercalling him by. I played along, sucking my thumb and responding in a squeaky, slutty voice, “Yes, daddy, please suck me, no?”His eyes glazed over with lust as he dove for my stomach, licking the area around my navel.“Aaah…” I moaned.He kissed and nibbled around my navel, all the while squeezing and rubbing my sissy cock from outside.“Stop teasing me and Suck me!” I said loudly, trying to pull my crotch away from my hand.“Umm.. look at the little sissy bitch trying to command me,” he pinched my thigh and.