Laid out on my bed was a light yellow pleated skirt, white lace g-string pouch and cropped t-shirt with “THE PARTY IS HERE!” printed across the fr...nt. I knew there was no reason to argue with Paul so stripped off my thong and stepping into the tiny g-string, I tucked my little boi clit and balls into the lace pouch. Pulling the skirt up my legs I realized that the bottom of my butt would be peeking out and as I moved, glances of my panties would be offered. The top barely covered my budding boi. “No limits. I want you to teach me. If I set limits, how can I learn? You haven’t ever talked about what you have done with Mary or Jennifer or any other girl, so I know you won’t tell anything we do. I do have one thing that I want to tell you.”“What’s that?”“I only want to be with you this one time. I want you to teach me everything you can so I can have fun in the future, but it won’t be with you. Is that OK?”“That’s totally up to you. If this is as fun as I think it will be, I’d want to do. .Ugh! I'm not..." Hmmn? What was that? Oh, you absolutely loved it! I saw how much you shot when they were sucking and jerking you. I saw how hard you came with a dick in your ass. You came in your cage without even being able to touch yourself. And you loved it when I called you my faggot! You want me to talk dirty to you again, my little faggot?" No!" I pleaded. "No!" I bent down over the sink even more. Sinking over the sink, actually, as she pumped her fingers now in a harder, faster. "Abe, you have got to tell me, how did you know exactly what to do? I know that none of our training had anything to do with it." Nothing to it, Lars. I just did what they always did in the books I read and the movies I saw. If a man wants an excuse to shoot, any sort of minimal insult will trigger the encounter. I didn't like his looks, so I pushed his button."We ate some sandwiches and drank coffee while we waited for the after-action analysis on my kill. There was a chime note on Lars'.