“So, are you like, the head of the sorority?” I asked with a smirk.“Can I be? Totally! Totally! I’m totally the head of the club! Awesome! I a...ways wanted to be the President! That’s fucking awesome!” Kayla exclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement.I laughed a bit and wandered downstairs. It was dark outside, so I had to assume that it was night time. The Freshmen class were waking up and taking in their new surroundings.“I’m the President! I’m the President!” Kayla sang as she ran down. He knew that he’d always be a bum-fucked sissy bimbo, but he’d like to do something with flowers in his spare time. He was so preoccupied he didn’t hear Jennifer coming along the landing in her rubber soled ‘catch-em-with-their-pants-down’ shoes, but she noticed at once how the satin sheen of his bare thighs slipped into the soft and slightly plumped out swell concealed in the peep of white knickers. Little wonder he was such a well-used fuck-puppet if he draped himself around like that all the. She didn't have long to ponder that humiliation, though, as the door to the bathroom opened in front of her to make it even worse.From within the bathroom, a young girl stepped out and stopped just short of the puddle Christy had made. She looked down at it and then back up at Christy's now soaked pants, a look of surprise on her face. "Did... Did you have an accident, Miss Christy?"At this point, Christy wasn't sure how to respond. Wetting your pants in front of a small child would be fairly. You'll have to ask Mrs Yates." OK."Becca beamed at him and he blushed with pleasure.As she was leaving Becca knocked on Edna Yates's office door."Can you spare me a minute?" she asked."Yes, dear. Of course. What can I do for you?" I had quite a long talk with Garry this afternoon. I appear to have won his trust yesterday afternoon. I explained that everyone had been there for him but it seems that holding his hand and providing him with a handkerchief to bite on were the deciding factors..