. I got... kicked off the squad!" she cried. "What?" I asked. "I don't get it! You're incredible at cheerleading! Why would they kick you off?" "Wel..., apparently, eating out a girl in the locker room is frowned upon in college," she sobbed. "What?" I yelled. "That's ridiculous! It's a women's locker room! You should be able to do..." "Actually, it was in the guys' locker room," she confessed. "Oh," I said. "But hey, that's still wrong! I mean, it makes no sense why..." "I know!" she. Please." He reached for my cock and stroked me as if he were milking a cow. "Is that what you want, Matthew?" Exasperated, I said "YES! Make me your little whore" "Then beg "Robert," not Mr. Ponce." At the time, I didn't have the mental capacity to understand the significance of this for him, but I did it anyway. "Fuck me, Robert... Open my whole and make it yours... please, Robert...please." He lubed up his cock with some of his spit, grabbed my hips, and slowly slid into me. His fingers and. Almost too tempting. She couldn't though - He'll know. He always knew. And it wasn't something that He liked. She'd tried to sneak it past Him before but it was like He had a sixth sense for that kind of thing. In the beginning she had tested His patience but He'd always caught her and she'd been punished. Not badly, at least not at first. The last time however...She lay down on her bed, naked but for the collar He'd given her, legs splayed and her right hand pressed against her mound. Her left. I was right. After a bit more conversation withthe rest of the crowd, Mr. Tactile came back with his lady. ?Oh my. And you can't take it off?? Mr. Tactile proudly answered for me. ?Nope!? ?Wow. Can I see the inside?? I laughed. She was bold enough to ask me totake off my only article that could be considered clothing, but clearly didn'tgrasp the concept. I pointed to the lock ?It's not like I can quite takeit off.? After what seemed to be about ½ hour of.