‘Would you mind if he whipped me?’ ‘I would regard that as an ambition above his station, miss.’ ‘How about Dorinda then? I’m sure she wou...dn’t mind once. You know. AS charitable act. She’s not your employer.’ ‘It would establish a precedent, miss. Quite wrong.’ Terry’s brow cleared. Her eyes shone. ‘There’s only one answer then. He can whip you.’ Amity flinched. ‘I do not care to be whipped.’ ‘You’re a silly ass,’ Terry dismissed her and turned to Hislop. ‘Give me another sandwich, darling,. One Monday morning Rachel came to class yawning with a big mug of coffee in her hand she looked terrible. Rachel sat down and whispered in my ear “God, I don’t know if I can stay awake in class, I got fucked four times last night by two, twenty-year old cowboys and my pussy is so sore I can barely sit down”. I just looked at her, shook my head and laughed. Rachel said Ken “no k**ding, it’s true, I just got them out of the house an hour ago”!! Another time Kitty, a young clueless freshman. That was my preference as well. First, although I realize many girls would differ with me on this, I like the taste of cum. Even more importantly, I HATE having cum all over me as it just makes a sticky mess and when it dries it itches. The absolute worst is to get it in your hair. Once it dries it is a royal pain to get out and if you dare to try and brush it out, well be prepared for a lot of pain!It wasn't much longer before the guys came. Rich was first and I watched as his body jerked. Now we have developed a little ritual for the end of a day when Monique has been in town. We sit in facing armchairs. A CD is playing in the background, our current favourite for this scenario is Tchaikovsky’s Romeo and Juliet Overture (coincidentally, he called it a Fantasy Overture). I lift my skirt up to my waist, open my legs and slip my hand inside my knickers. Paul opens his trousers and extracts his penis.Slowly, and with teasing pauses, I recount my imaginings. Over time the tale has.