I did not move, or utter a sound. A second and a third spank and my confusion started. I wanted you to stop, but I didn't want you to stop. I could fe...l my pussy getting wetter with each spank.I felt your hand rub my bottom softly and your command, "Open your legs baby girl."I hesitated just long enough and you swatted my bottom again. I moaned and squirmed a little but complied, spreading my legs, embarrassed at how wet I had become. You asked, "Are you enjoying being spanked?” My immediate. That was Lydia's take on you and not mine, and you obviously ignored the fact that I told you in the email that I laid out the new solution in Lydia's words and not mine and that I didn't agree or believe in her opinion of you.But I now think that Lydia is right and you are probably really just a common two bit skanky whore with a well used body and a worn out cunt so loose, wide, and flabby that any john invading your cunt with his hard cock would probably pass out from exhaustion before he. Tracie has put me on a high potassium diet to counter the effects of thehigh doses of sodium I get from the pints of piss that fill my tummy eachday. I also drink plenty of water to dilute the salt in my system. I'vefound that drinking pee has a lot of health benefits. I haven't been sicka day since I started doing it. I used to wash my mouth out after everysession but now I've learned to like the lingering flavour. After all,what's the point of washing away the taste when I am going to have. I looked around for where the freshmen were supposed to sit. I was way out of my depth. Most of the guys at the table sported letter jackets. Yeah, I was waay out of my depth.Some of the guys looked at me odd when I put my lunchbox on the table and opened it up. I pulled out a chicken fried steak sandwich wrapped in wax paper and opened it up. Everyone else had trays of cafeteria food. There was a tiny serving of over-cooked schlock with a side of whatever. Their eyes went from their.