But I was not there to be just one of the men. So I scouted the house. Get to know here her bedroom was. Where here bathroom was. After I knew what to...do and where to do it I returned to the living room. It seemed the party had died down.Her heavenly body was coated in sweat, sperm and probably cunt juices as well. I hid and waited for the last man to leave. I followed her, making sure she didn't notice. I dropped my clothes along the way. My cock was hard and eager. But I wanted a bit more. "It had been dad's saving grace - after loosing his job from his enjoyment for the booze - finally finding a buyer for his daughter which put some money back in his pocket. Dad had sunk so low that he even lost the house to the local Clan bankers - and lived not much better than I did here at school."The old man died the day before the signing of the contract - and his family sent her back." That is what must have killed dad - he had so much relied upon that deal to get him out of his financial. In his daydream, Miss Grant turned in surprise as he approached her on the practice room floor and harshly ripped off her leotard. She quickly crossed her hands in front of her breasts, trying to shield herself, but he would not let her.With flashing eyes, he pushed her down to one of the practice mats. She struggled underneath him. "Admit it," he told her boldly. "You want me, I saw it in your eyes. You want my hard cock in that cunt of yours, and you want it now!" Her eyes looked up at him. Jane knew that I would. Jenny never had a clue; shethought of the whole thing as me getting my just desserts. Actually theywere both right, but not at the same time. Jenny was most right in thebeginning when I saw myself as being punished and abused. Jane is themore right at the moment, as I have learned to be treated as a woman andto accept the privileges that go with that persona. Anyway, theydiscussed the matter with me, and they decided that I should have a datewith you. They made me.