She shrugged. She cried, sniffling. It wasn't sobbing. Just a gentle flow dripping from her pretty brown eyes, like a mild summer rain. "I guess not,"...she chuckled through her tears."Can you talk about it?"She nodded and shrugged again. "I can but I can't. I don't really understand it. Last night was ... very confusing emotionally. At first I felt intimidated by this grand place. And then the women here relaxed me. Very charming women. Except the old one. I could hardly look at her, her eyes. “Come ladies, I’ve made some sandwiches and tea. Whitney, don’t bother getting dressed – we’re just going to take everything off of you again – and again after that.” Whitney spent the afternoon in the company of the two decadent divas, learning new depths of her sexuality. She got to play captive slave girl with a harem outfit and chains, she played naughty librarian and she played runway model. Sherri was impressed by Whitney’s moves when modeling the lingerie and asked if she would consent. And so it began.In the first week, he cut class twice and got drunk.Being a beginner the alcohol didn’t agree with him, and after a particularly drunken Sunday night, he decides to take a day off on Monday.Definitely, need to take it slow, he thought as he slept in.He had asked his friends to back his story up if his mom checked in with them.He had a dreamless sleep and when he woke up it was a 1’O clock.Need to get something to eat he thought to himself. He got out of bed and put on his. We got dressed and came out to the crowd in the store. A few of the guys were sucking and stroking each other, Mr Lorny and Timmy were kissing and stroking each other. There were a few lesbians fingering each other and a m,m,f trio going at it in a corner by the tv. Mr McKay and I looked at each other and clapped in unison to all the sexual acts going on around us. Timmy stopped kissing and asked if we enjoyed ourselves before going back to make out with Mr Lorny.I told Mr Lorny and McKay.