"Then Steve looked back at Dakota and said, "Pull up your skirt, Pull down those panties and bend over my desk bitch."Dakota simply did what he said w...thout saying anything. I think she was embarrassed but still obeyed Steve.I looked over at Steve and he said, "You may proceed DeAnn and I want to see some burn in her buns. Understand?"I said, "Yes Sir." Then I began to seriously slap Dakota's ass. She cried out now and again but I kept hitting her. I was waiting for Steve to tell me to stop but. She was proud, stuck up and only responded to a hello if in the mood, a corridor passerby ignored by other students as a snob. Years later, after she looked me up, we met over coffee in Seattle. She’d changed. She was bubbly to the point of felicity, no longer stuck up or arrogant. As we reminisced of school days, the café door jolted open, a customer walked in, she jerked her gaze to see who, her shoulder-length hair flitted in a flutter askew. I saw the hearing aid.Her curiosity of who. ’ Her words sank to a hoarse whisper. In the motel room, she pushed Peter onto the bed then dragged a chair close. As he reached out to touch her, she recoiled as if he were loathsome. ‘If you touch me, I’ll go.’ Then she softened a little. ‘God knows what would happen to you, but I’ll go. I seriously doubt your ability to look after yourself. You’re just a little boy, lost. Now tell me what’s wrong. What’s been eating you?’ Peter stared at her, his mouth set into a hard line and his thoughts. ”When I entered the main room there were seven nude men sitting in the lotus postition on cushions casually chatting.As I found my place on an empty cushion, Griffith, also in the buff, joined us. His penis was small. Tiny even. The first exercise of the day was to go around the room and talk about how we felt about our bodies and our orgasms. Every man had a unique body and set of issues, but there were definitely some common themes. No matter how nice the cock each guy was there was some type.