”“There’s no need to be worried. We talked about this, me and him. I knew it would have to happen someday, and I didn’t want you to change gyn...cologists just because he is my friend. He’s been taking care of you for years…”“I know… But if he sees something… I mean, I still have the marks from yesterday’s spanking…”“Don’t worry. If it comes to that, I’ll deal with it.”When I got to school, I felt different somehow. It was like everybody was looking at me, I mean, more than usual. Or I was acting. He used to visit his family every year. In exchange of my service I was allowed to stay in their outhouse.The girl was short but pretty. She was skinny but had unusually big and firm swinging boobs. Her sweet face, big eyes, small round ass and orange flake lips did not attract much attention, as her pair of boobs did. I was pretty innocent at the beginning. She was almost my younger sister’s age. I tried not to stare at her chest but, sometime I could not help myself. She was generally smart. Paul, an only child like me, lived with his mother Marissaand his stepdad Connor. His father had abandoned him and Marissa when hewas a toddler and Connor had adopted him and changed his last name totake Connor's. Connor, was in his mid-40s, was over 6 feet tall and abuff and muscular 180 pounds. He was an executive at a well knownfinancial firm on Wall Street and met Marissa there where she used to bean administrative assistant. Connor, raised in a conservative household,didn't want his wife. I adore those tangled and murky paths; uncertain and inviting; where a lady may find her honour forcefully plucked from between her creamy legs, where her bosom may heave helplessly and the delicate porcelain skin of her back be rubbed raw on sandpaper tough bark. Down these dark and twisting ways a girl could lose her moral compass, drown in seas of discarded leaves whilst rough and merciless hands rip the torn and tattered clothing from her flesh and the waterfall of her arousal soaks her.