I said OK and got ready; I wore a mini skirt and short t-shirt to my hip. He said sis don’t wear skirt. I said its fine we are going for fun right.I...asked him did you touch any girl with skirt like the one I am wearing. He said that’s the reason I am telling you don’t wear .I asked him what did he do, he said I got easy access to her cherry and played with it as if playing some guitar, I said wow! Cool hope if someone likes to play guitar there today. He said you are getting slutty. I said I. I pushed my hole onto the plug. It would not go. I reached behind me and pulled my cheeks apart and sat down on it. It would not go. i moved my hips around hoping to get some of the lube from my hole on the plug. It did not work. It would not go."What is taking so long bitch?"Honestly is always the best policy, especially when a lie will get you tied down and caned. "the plug i chose Mistress, it does not fit." i said meekly"Yes it does bitch. Bring it to me, with your mouth."i returned to. With what he experienced I really started to wonder how many other folks have had similar experiences. Was my thinking so uncommon or was this kind of activity more commonplace but just kept quiet. With that in mind, after the girls left I decided to grab a book and spend the day at the mall just observing.Finding a good place to sit and observe, I discovered that it was going to be a day of almost a constant erection at what I began to see. Now that I was looking for something specific, I. I was freezing and nearly sick to my stomach from the shame. I started to go to bed but was told to report to the meeting room. The only people there were the frat and the sorority presidents. Karl demanded an accounting from me of why I had chosen the items I did the way I did. I did my best to explain my reasons and as Karl and Karen listen I saw a smirk form on her face. Karl said that he understood that I was trying to be a gentleman but, that he was a bit disappointed that I wasn't a bit.