Her dark hair fell down to her check as her big blue eyes stared down at her feet. She wore jeans and a tank top. As she stood there, she shifted on h...r feet nervously. She closed her hands together in front of her and hunched her shoulders in. “Is this your first time?” I asked from where I stood. I already knew the answer. I had paid good money for ‘yes’ to be the answer. “Y-yes,” she stammered. “This is my first time.” She looked up from her feet and surveyed the room. Red carpet covered the. He didn’t mind it so much now, it felt ... good, welcome. As if sex had been some kind of initiation, they now seemed to consider him a true pack member and apparently fair game for unsolicited petting. He had decided to take the stick out of his ass and just go with it. He would surely be visited again tonight, and he felt a guilty excitement welling in his belly at the prospect as he chewed the oily meat. Did he really want to give up his newfound sense of belonging and easy access to what. I undid my tie and, having placed it on the table, undid the cuffs of my blouse, before working on the buttons. I stood up to remove it and placed it on the table, next to my tie. I undid the zip on my skirt and slipped it off. I pulled my knickers up slightly, feeling how thin the cotton was. I was suddenly overcome by feelings of trepidation. The cold wooden flooring on my bare feet, the skimpy feel to my knickers, I felt so vulnerable, knowing that, in a few minutes I was going to be bent. I was very petit for my age, with a really slender build, sad to say I might have been able to take out one of them but now both of them together. My only hope was to put on the socks and the pink sneakers and go to orientation and hope that they were true to their word. Before I could say anything they both grabbed my arms and pulled me out the door and down the hall. I was to embarrassed to open my eyes. Cindy said not to worry, soon everyone is going to know what a sissy you are. I was.