My bayonet fell to the dirt and I pried open my foreflap and released my rigid pike. It sprang out as if made of spring steel. She was shaking her hea... and making only small noises when I pushed her back to the side of her carriage, lifted her skirts, spread her legs with my knee, hefted her butt and impaled her, sinking all the way to the hairy hilt with one long thrust between her trembling lips. She was ready, ripe and dripping, but she uttered a moaning cry and rocked back, lifting her chin. A large jock with an angry faceapproached me in the middle of the hallway and said, "I bet yourboyfriend loves those red lips wrapped around his cock." I was terrifiedand in a meek tone of voice I tried to defend myself by saying, "I'm notgay." I don't think he heard me and I saw one of his buddies slap him ahigh five as he walked away from me.In class I was so nervous, it was a kind of nervousness I had never feltbefore. I could lie about the purpose of the mini-skirt and pretendpeople were. ” Just then, a knock sounded on the door and a young man entered, Nurse Johnson was a young handsome man of six foot with an athletic build concealed partly by his scrubs. Coming over, he shook her hand before waiting for the direction of Dr Erickson. “Well Melanie, if you’d like to hop up onto the bed, raise your dress to your waist and lift your knees, we can begin.” Dr Erickson and Nurse Johnson both put on latex gloves while Melanie went behind the curtain, she raised her dress to her hips. “I am your fucktoy,” I say out loud.“I am your whore,” I call out louder.“I am your slut,” I bellow.“I am your little bitch pet!” I yell out.“Mmmm, yes, a fucking whore bitch pet,” you repeat, smiling and spreading your cunt lips open. My eyes are locked on the drop of sweet nectar extending and stretching from your sweet lips—the leak extending erotically towards the floor.“Yes, Mistress, a fucking whore, slut, cunt, bitch-in-heat fucktoy!” I scream out, my face and body blushing with the loud.