Ilooked at her in shock, scarcely believing what I had heard. This wasgoing too far. I refused. The idea of drinking my own semen was enoughto make me...sick."But I though all sissies liked boy juice," said Julie."I'm not a sissy!" I said, realizing as the words came out how ludicrousthey sounded."Sissy, when was the last time you were spanked?" asked Monica.I immediately recognized the implication of her question. There was nodoubt in my mind that if any of the girls took it in their heads. The Abbot's study was more like a Medieval Scriptorum than a private study. There was books everywhere,on shelves on large tables and on lecterns.Amy counted four lectern's each had a large volume opened on it. The was a window at one end of the study but a shade had been pulled down to afford privacy.Amy guessed correctly the outside of that window was one of the playing fields,at that moment she heard a bell ring and knew the right now,as she stood in this book filled room,Paul would be on. .nothing. If I were in a store, and someone like that came in, I'd atleast have my mouth open for a coupla seconds. Or laughed a little. Orpointed out "hey those are some weird clothes you're sporting there..."in a helpful tone voice. So no in addition to worrying about beingdressed like I was, I had to worry about this guy's vision. Or sanity.So with that out of the way as a potential problem, we went hunting fora DVD that met my description.Right past the DVDs for sale. To the DVDs for. Shortly after they left, a younger black man got in the hot tub with me and started chatting.Now I am a plus size woman. I was 36 and had three kids by C-section. I am 5’6 with brown hair and blue eyes. My best features are my 38D tits since the rest of my body was not model quality so I was not prepared to be hit on. This young man was flirting with me and I was really enjoying the attention while I flirted back. The whole time we were talking, he was sliding closer to me until he had his.