He stepped between her long legs, grappled her slim hips and moved forward, smiling. “I’ll do my best.” His rigid cock entered the girl’s deep...folds and found her steaming vagina.Jean whimpered as his long pole sank in her, and then they turned that area of the pool to froth and waves as they coupled madly until Jean buried her head in the water to muffle her scream of orgasm and pleasure. She came up gasping and wriggling, “Enough, enough,” she said, “Gina’s next.”Since he had not ejaculated,. " What's the problem, boy. You jus' got started, first job ain't it?"I nodded. "It's all the sex, sir. The fucking in the halls and the way the girls dress and act. Hard to teach in a room where girls are petting boys' cocks and the boys are feeling up their girlfriends." Shoot. They're young. You'll get used to it." Nobody reads the assignments and some of them, I'm pretty sure, can't read at all." Well now, some's here just to play football. They'll disappear when the season's over, be back. I can see that you're confused so let me give you a simple illustration. This is an actual person that I'm speaking about. A corporate CEO, responsible for hundreds of jobs and millions of dollars. A ruthless businessman in a world of power and greed, constantly on the watch for any advantage and at the same time, constantly watching his back. That's his life by day. By night he is a submissive, he finds relief from the stress of his life by being tied to a chair with a collar around his neck. At the same time, I couldn't live with the unanswered questionsdangling in my mind, like a dozen of Damocles swords. If I was runningfrom something,I needed to confront it.On the way to my bedroom, I asked myself once more. Do I want to dothis? But I knew I had to.The blue dress hung in the very back of the closet. I slipped it offits hanger and held it at arms length. If Brooke hadn't been such abitch, I wouldn't have talked Mom into buying a dress I never intendedto wear. Dresses were for.