I also began to wonder if Amanda gave everyone she screwed a pair of musky panties. If she did, she must not wear panties very often. It was an appeal...ng thought.I suppose I walked around with a smile plastered to my face more or less constantly for the next week. Of course it was sort of difficult to be serious when, every time I saw Paul or Alan, I got a spontaneous round of applause, and just about everyone on the floor stopped by my room to offer congratulations. Whether the sentiment was. Sheridan itself was predominantly a fundamentalist Christian community and local ordinances prohibited liquor stores or the serving of alcohol anywhere within the city limits. Being unmarried and attractive in such a small town goldfish bowl pretty much guaranteed rumors of scandal and whispered gossip regarding Mrs. Haley due to envy, if nothing else. She had never done anything out of line and never once had spoken harshly to anyone in Sheridan, but the ladies at church overtly snubbed her. I scream and cringe. God fucking damn it.He canes me again three more times.I'm crying. He goes back to eating. He turns on my TV. He's watching porn but I can't see it. It's to my side and slightly behind me.He picks up the cane. He sets it down.He eats a little while. He puts on a different porn video.He canes my balls. I scream. I moan. I scream. He canes me again. I continue screaming.He goes back to watching porn. He likes a cigar. He puts his hand on the cane.I cringe. He takes his hand. The bikers looked at him before the concert with looking up at his tight ass and also called to him; Hey Fickstutte surely no longer had in your asshole. Bill nodded lightly and went on without a word to the likelihood of him but clearly drawn into the face. After the concert, the bikers did not hesitate for a long time and Bill pulled him a dark road next to the road where the bikers shouted now you are really used You little fagot they tore him his shirt and pushed him down to her pants where.