Her name was Bethany Ann Cooper, and she was regarded as a bit odd,because she once said that she remembered a time when a dead kid had cometo the sch...ol, and even claimed to have given this dead kid a kiss.When everyone else laughed at that idea, she retreated, but herreputation remained, and so she usually was alone.But now that loneliness seemed to help her, as she focused on the newkid, wondering.The first time she noticed something odd about the new kid had been threemonths ago, when one. She finally fell asleep. She woke up to Mike opening the door and the light hurting her eyes. She knew it would be a long year.They fell into a varied routine. He would fuck her in different positions each time they had sex, in different rooms in the house, and sometimes he would let her blow him just long enough to get him hard. He would occasionally go down on her and he made sure she had a nice orgasm each time they had sex, through stimulation by his cock, fingers or tongue. When she. I dunno. Maybe I will. Um – probably not. Bit sexist, bit old-fashioned, you know.’ ‘I never had you down for a feminist.’ ‘There you go, then – I can still surprise you.’ He looked down at his knees – then, without raising his gaze, he murmured, ‘Would you feel better if I did want a stripper?’ ‘That’s a strange question.’ ‘Not really. It’d make me more of a normal bloke – you know, oh look, there’s a fit bird, phwoar, sort of thing. I know a lot of people think I’m a bit weird, for not being. "Good evening ladies. I will not be attending the milking of this pathetic little sissy tonight. I will be spending time with a real man, perhaps several real men. Men with cocks instead of pathetic little dicklets. The rules haven't changed. First you must punish him and then milk him before attempting to seduce him away from me. He hasn't had an orgasm since your last visit a month ago, so a strong breeze on his little clitty would probably be enough to make him cum, but unless you can arouse.