”As soon as I heard her start talking, I could feel my boxers begin to tighten, but I had no idea where she was going with this. I sat down in the c...air opposite her desk.“So, I talked to Adam and brought it up. He said no way, any guy that would do that has to be a fagot. I didn’t tell him I knew otherwise. At first I was upset but as the day went on, I realized I’d have a willing person here.”And with that she parted her legs and lifted each of her thighs onto the arm rests of her chair. It. And CeCe was my pet name for her."I felt her relax her hand. I must have gotten it right.Beth went into another fit of giggles."You're kidding, right? The Virgin Queen? We've never seen her with a man until tonight. She never mentioned she used to be hooked up with a badass biker." I didn't look like this in high school. But I have to tell you, once you get her started she is one hot woman. Why, I remember once when we ... Oops, better not tell that story. Need to preserve the Virgin Queen. "I tottered along half carrying, half dragging the doll, was it a doll?Into my bedroom, where I lay him in my bed. Luckily, I have a double bed,but even then he seemed to take up more than half the space. I pulled theduvet up over him, more to hide his erection than anything.He didn't seem to take his eyes off me all the time that I did it and itunnerved me so much, that in the end I fled back into Mum's room. Daddy,Doug, had gone, my phone screen blank so I grabbed it and ran downstairsto get. In my fantasies, Sandra's beautiful bottom had been caned by Miss Bush countless times, as had my own. Sometimes Miss Bush had made me cane Sandra and Sandra cane me. Sometimes we had caned Miss Bush and most of my fantasies included various permutations of sex between the three of us. God, where did these bizarre ideas come from? Perhaps Sandra's mother would be glad that her beautiful daughter had gone back to Birkenhead if she had even the slightest inkling of the fantasies I'd included her.