"So anyway; where were we? Oh yeah, we was wondering about what's underthat T-shirt," Brett said.He produced a knife from his hip pocket and flicked ... button and releaseda three inch blade. The librarian shook her head as Brett waved the knifeunder her nose."Now you behave and we won't have to spoil that pretty face now will weTroy?" Brett said."It would be a shame," Troy put his face to the librarian's, who had justbegun to breathe again.He pressed his lips against hers and she started to. They eagerly took in the poor teenager and welcomed her withopen arms. The formal adoption took place a year later.* * * * * * * * * *The man behind the lectern finally stopped his mind-numbing monologue. Hestepped back so that another man, this one more familiar to me, could takehis place. Principal Daniels adjusted the glasses perched on the end of hisnose, smiled at all of us wearing caps and gowns, then began calling outnames."Steven David Alexander."I squeezed my legs tightly together,. Eyeing a beautifully erect cock, I stepped out of the pool and stood in front of the guy, leather clad apart from his cock.I stood right in front, bent forward a little and felt him thrust his cock deep inside me. I slid up and down his rod a few times, pulled out and moved onto the next guy. The music swirled around my head with the hazy alcohol, faces flashed in the club lights and the groans from the couple were rhythmic and intense. I felt more piss on my leg, now from a couple of guys as a. There were a couple of times where I’d encouraged everyone to pee on me; I thought with rising lust of Brook Singing squealing and splashing in the mess as we offered the seat that intimacy. Drinking pee was a different matter entirely. Of course I did that, but rarely, and only with my closest lovers or when vulnerability and connection were important. My mom was trying to live up to the image of Ashley the Slut spread throughout the seat’s collective consciousness without understanding how I.