Jimmy and I wound up getting into a real fist fight, and I kicked the crap out of him right there between the rows where we had been sitting. He and I...were ejected from the theater and told not to come back for a month. It was small consolation for me that I'd gotten much the better of him in the fight, since that meant I'd miss out on the next four matinee's at the Bijou. By the time I got home from the matinee, my father had somehow already learned that I'd been fighting with my. Just in case. I’m getting a few odd stares, but most don’t tend to notice. I think they assume I’m wearing shorts underneath. A lot of girls do that. I think. This t-shirt is even smaller, I can’t use my booty shorts anymore, just regular panties for now. Hmm, it does just look like a t-shirt.At the park now, found a swing open. My shirt isn’t long enough for me to sit on. I have to be careful. I keep my legs together as I swing so no one sees my panties. It’s kinda hard to swing this way. It. “Hands against the wall! Legs apart!” Amy used the crop to spread my legs farther apart. She grabbed my sack and squeezed.“So we do not misunderstand each other…these are mine. Do you understand?” I nodded. “I will do what I want with them and you will not object, yes?” I nodded again. “Why did you come here tonight? You may speak.”“I live here.” Thwack! The crop slaps against my ass. I can tell sitting down is going to be tough for awhile.“Such frivolity will not be tolerated! If. That’s when I became more aware of the aroma of sex, just like the first night I sucked the girls in college. I smelled their pussies and the cum from all of the men fucking them, that was dripping onto the sheets. My passion for oral sex was being rekindled and was overwhelming my senses. I found myself thinking about sucking those whores, even though I knew they were fucking numerous Rican men and my work associates without fully cleaning themselves. That seemed a little nasty even for me,.