It's not bad enough that you've sucked every dick here but you've also sucked and fucked our rivals dicks as well. It has been suggested that you serv... all the dicks of the athletic department. A belt was used to strike me across the buttocks for every point that our sports teams had lost the past year. Baseball wasn't bad thirty-three for the season, track was close to that but football and basketball strikes were, as they said, required more. Through tear stained eyes I saw the figure of. ”I waited for more, but that was it. A man of few words.I could deal with that.“So you run competitively or what?”He gave me that grin again. “No, I just like to run. Helps me burn off stress.”I smiled. Be pleasant, be cautious. “What do you do that stresses you out so much, anyway?”“I deal with people.”“Huh?”“You know what I’m talking about. Ignorant people who’re too lazy to improve their knowledge, people who’re greedy for what they’ve never earned, people who think they’re entitled to. Regardless of this, he still was baffled why he was mistaken for a girl. After all, it wasn't like he was in a dress or wearing lipstick or makeup or anything. Or so he though. As it wasn't until a friend of his, when he told him about it, explicitly told him why. 'Just because you're not dressing like a girl' doesn't mean you don't look girlish. It's something you're going to deal with', he was told.Regardless of knowing this new vital information to make things better by correcting people. But after a minute, I heard her heels clicking and coming back… “Stand up, lover… and follow me…” She whispered in a soft voice. She went up to the main bedroom and I followed her, watching her hips swaying as she climbed the stairs. Her nice round ass moving made my dick get hard. As we entered our bedroom, she barked at me:“Now strip off; you asshole! …” Anita stood up straight with her hands on her hips and looking at me as I pulled down my trousers and lifted my shirt. Then she smiled.