Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2008 21:48:34 +0000
From: A. B. <wildcard100@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jackies' New School - Part 3

As I lay there, exhausted, with Marcia and Amy snuggled up next to me my
mind was whirling. I literally could not think straight. I had never felt
like this before...so wanted and accepted...but a part of me deep inside
was still screaming, "I'm not a girl! I'm a boy! I don't want to be a
girl. I dont want to suck cocks and get fucked in the ass. I'M the one
that's supposed to fuck. I'm the one that's supposed to face fuck some
slut." But yet....but yet....

I couldn't deny what I was...what everyone who ever knew me knew I was. I
didn't like hanging out with boys. I didn't like to watch, play or talk
about sports. I liked to hang out with the girls. I liked reading and
spending quiet time. I was emotional and I couldn't help my mannerisms. I
said things like, "Oh...my...God" and "totally hot".  I liked watching High
School Musical and Hannah Montana. I liked to sing their songs and practice
their dance moves. I waved my hands a lot when I talked and liked to read
the articles in Seventeen. <Sigh>.  I was...plain and simple...A Sissy.
But yet....

Could I be a complete sissy and still find a girl that would think of me as
a boyfriend, not as simply a male friend? Could I be a sissy and find
friends like these who totally accepted me for who I was and how I acted?
Could I be a sissy and still be a boy? <Sigh> I didn't know. But what I DID
know was that, for the first time in my life, I felt a small measure of
happiness as Marcia began again to slide her hand up my thigh and began to
play with my little hairless pricklette through my panties. ("My" panties?
When did I start thinking of them as "my" panties?).  My reverie was
disturbed by the ringing of what sounded like a church bell. Marcia and Amy
jumped up.

"Oh my god," Amy said, "We'll be late for dinner. C'mon Jackie. Get up and
get dressed. Oh shit. We smell like sex." Amy grabbed me and hugged my
close and inhaled deeply.  Her eyes nearly rolled up in the back of her
head as she growled.  "Mmmmmmggggggg...fuckkkkkk....I'm so fucking horny
again...you dirty slut....shit! You smell so good right now...."

"C'mon you nasty tramp," Marcia cried, "You know what'll happen if we're
late."

"I know, I know," Amy said, reluctantly letting me go. The two sissy boys
threw on their clothes and helped me straighten my bra before helping me
put on my blouse and skirt. In a flash we were dressed and out the
door...looking for all the world like three boys in drag.  We made it to
the dining hall just in time. Master Paul was just about to close the door
but, at a pleading look from Amy and a whisper from Marcia (accompanied by
a strange glance over at me that I wasn't sure I liked), Master Paul opened
the door and let us in. As I passed him, he pinched my ass, sniffed my neck
and whispered in my ear, "You dirty little whore. You smell like the floor
in an adult movie house. I'll see you later." I looked at him, not
wondering "if" but "how much" trouble I was in. I had no idea if sex among
students was prohibited.  After all, I was only 12 yrs old and Marcia and
Amy were only 13. Did Marcia tell Master Paul about our sex romp? Did she
blame me? But then again, Master Paul was having sex with the boys
here...or at least making them blow him...so he'd be in trouble too
wouldn't he? But who would believe a sissy boy like me? Oh shit....what was
I going to do now?

Dinner was uneventful and I won't bore you describing what we ate. The food
was good. The dinning hall was comfortable and clean.  I sat next to Marcia
and Amy and they introduced me to a couple of other sissy boys. Like us,
everyone was wearing skirts or dresses. Most of the boys had some make-up
on.  All the boys, except the upper classmen, the 7th Years, were wearing
navy blue or plaid skirts with the white short-sleeved blouses like I had
on. Some wore blazers like Marcia and Amy.  The upper classmen I came to
learn were allowed to wear whatever they wanted as long as it was girly.  I
noticed they all wore either dresses or skirts. Some frilly. Some very
sexy. I saw a couple of boys...if you could call them boys...wearing
sleeveless sundresses with spaghetti straps or strapless and no bras. i
realized, with a start, thatt they must have breasts since they had no bras
to stuff. A couple of other boys wore micro minidresses that looked to be
made of spandex. They looked more appropriate to a nightclub than dinner at
a boarding school. but what struck me the most was that, without exception,
all of the upperclassmen looked completely feminine and gorgeous. I never
would have thought they were boys if I hadn't known already.

When I asked about why the rest of us wore uniforms while the 7th years
didn't marcia told me that that was one of the perks of being a 7th Year
but that on weekends and at night we could dress however we wanted. "You
mean I can wear my pants on the weekends?" I asked.  Amy laughed.

"No, silly. We can wear whatever we want...as long as its girly."

"Oh," I replied.

I asked Marcia and Amy about the classes. I was hesitant to ask them about
Master Paul's "Phys Ed" class but eventually I couldn't resist.  Amy
explained, "Ohhh...that's the BESTEST class.  We do have some excersizes
like running and gymnastics and swimming. But mostly Master Paul teaches us
how to have sex like girls. I learned SO much last year from him. And its
soooooo much fun. It's like an orgy, hehehehe."

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Yeah," Marcia giggled. "And god can he go a long time. I've seen him fuck
ten of us in one class. And god what a gorgeous cock he has," Marcia
giggled again and Amy joined her.

"Just thinking about him ramming that big fuckstick in my boy-pussy makes
my sissy-clit hard," Marcia said. I suddenly felt Marcia's hand on my
thigh, sliding up under my skirt to give my own....sissy-clitty?....a
squeeze.  I jumped and nearly knocked over my drink.

"But what if I...I mean what if you don't want to...um...have him...fuck
you," I asked shyly.

"Are you serious?," Amy asked, "Why WOULDN'T you want him to fuck you.
You've seen his cock. He's gorgeous!" Amy and Marcia laughed again.

"What are you naughty sluts giggling about," a voice suddenly said over my
shoulder. I turned and looked and and saw an older gentleman standing right
behind us. My face turned beet red. The man looked to be about 50 years
old. He was rather distinguished looking with salt and pepper hair, more
salt than pepper, and hazel eyes. His lined, weathered face was handsome in
an old "sea captain" sort of way. His physique was mostly hidden by a well
tailored gray suit but I could tell he was fit.  Marcia let out a squeal,
"Master George!" and she jumped out and hugged him tightly. "I haven't seen
you all day! Have you been hiding from me?" she asked jokingly.

"Marcia my dear," Master George replied, "you know perfectly well how busy
I've been greeting the new students today." The confusion must have been
obvious on my face as i hadn't met master George. Amy explained, "Master
George and master Paul take turns greeting the students. You got Master
Paul and while he was....ahem...recovering...Master George would 'great'
the fresh meat."

"Now now Amy," Master George replied, "I've told you not to call the new
students that. You wouldn't want me to give you a spanking now would you?"
Amy swayed her shoulders back and forth as she replied, "Well....I HAVE
been awfully naughty. Maybe Daddy does need to spank me."

"Yes...I bet you'd like that you dirty little slut," Master George
leered. "And you know better than to call me daddy outside of class."

"Ohh...I'm sorry daddy...oops...I mean Master George. I suppose you WILL
have to punish me."

"Mmmmm...yes....but later. For now, you've forgotten your manners young
lady. You haven't introduced me to your friend here," Master George said
indicating me.

Marcia and Amy introducedme to Master George. They explained that he taught
history class and. Submission as an elective. I asked what that meant and
Master George explained that for those of us Sissies that wanted to explore
their more submissive natures, he taught them how to be sub to his Dom. I
said that I dind't think I'd like that but Master George said that was
ok. That I'd take the introductory class and, if I wanted to pursue it
further I could.  He assured me that the introductory class would be
painless..."relatively".  I began to get that nervous feeling again in the
pit of my stomach telling me that I didn't want to be here. I was no longer
hungry and Marcia greedily ate my dessert.  "Watch how much you eat,"
Marcia said, "or you'll look like a fat cow."

"Mmmmm...that might be fun. Would you milk me?"

The rest of the evening was uneventful. We heard greatings from the
Headmistress and she introduced the teachers to us new students. In some
ways I felt like I'd fallen into a Harry Potter novel.  Soon enough we were
allowed to go back to our dorm rooms. I entered mine and lay down on the
bed. I noticed my roommate still had not shown and I appeared to have the
room to myself. I looked in the closet and saw nothing but skirts and
blouses and dresses. There were all styles. Lots of navy blue pencil skirts
and plaid skirts for school days, but also sundresses in various colors and
prints and miniskirts and even what looked like a prom dress. With a start
I realized I had allowed my fingers to linger an uncomfortably long time in
the satin and lace of that particular dress. I looked in my dresser drawer
for the first time and, as I had been told, all my boy clothes were
gone. In the dresser were nothing but panties, bras, garter belts,
stockings and pantyhose.  All different styles and colors. Again, I had to
pull myself away from the frilly lingerie when i realized I was lingering
too long with my hands in them.  When I noticed the robes hanging in the
closet I realized I needed to shower and wash off the stink of sex.  I had
two choices apparently. A red silk bathrobe that looked like a Kimono or a
pink fluffy terrycloth one. I chose the pink one as the "lesser of two
evils" and when went down the hall to the bathroom.

While in the shower cleaning off the dried cum from earlier, a couple of
sissy boys came in. I was amazed at their tits. They looked to be about 14
or 15 years old but they appeared to have at least 34c cup tits.  They were
nice enough to me but they were mostly chatting between themselves and as
they began to soap each other up and kiss I decided to give them some
privacy. As I was leaving I heard moans coming from the shower and turned
to look and saw one of them behind the other sliding his cock into the
other's asshole.  I wrapped myself in the pink terry cloth bathrobe and
hurried back to my room. My cocklette standing at attention. It kept trying
to poke out of the bathrobe and I was having difficulty keeping it covered
and walking at the same time. I finally gae up and just hurried back to my
room but as luck would have it, before I got to my door I saw Master Paul
coming down the hall. Before I could again hide my little stiffy, he
noticed and smiled. "Is that for me?" he asked.

"Um..." (brilliant comeback Jack).

He laughed and opened my door to let me in. He followed me inside and I
knew the time had come to deal with whatever punishment I was going to get
from Marcia's tattling on me. I began to shake so violently that my robe
came open. My cocklette shrank and I felt the tears welling up in my
eyes. Master Paul noticed and asked me what was wrong.

"I-I'm sorry M-Master P-Paul. I-I didn't know it was wrong and I-I couldn't
help myself. It wasn't my fault. It was Marcia and Amy and they...they were
just so nice to me t-that I-I couldn't help it and..."

"Shhhhh....what ARE you going on about you silly girl?" Master Paul asked.

"Well....I-I saw Marcia whisper to you and t-then you and she looked at me
and...and I thought she told you that we...."

"That you what?"

"That w-we....um..."

"That you three had sex?" he asked.  I could only nod. I thought I'd really
blown it now. He didn't know before but he knew now. Apparenty Marcia
hadn't squealed on me but now I squealed on her and Amy and...oh shit...now
they'd never want to be friends with me anymore....here come the waterworks
again...

Master Paul laughed. "There's nothing to be scared of Jackie. Its ok. We
encourage sex among the students here at Papillion. Sex is normal and
healthy...if done safely. And with a school full of horny teenage sissy
boys do you think we could even try to prevent sex between you all even if
we wanted to?"

"I...I guess not," I said with a relieved giggle. "But then, what did
Marcia say to you and why are you here now?" I asked.

"He's here because I told him thatif he let us into dinner even tho we were
late, I'd help him pop your cherry." I turned to the door and there stood
Marcia. Her olive complexion appeared radiant in the pure white spandex
micro minidress she wore.  The contrast between her skin tone and the white
dress made it seem like the dress was glowing. I heard Master Paul growl
deep in his throat when he saw her. She walked into my room closing the
door behind her. Her hips swaying in 3 inch fuck me pumps. Her fingers and
toenails were painted a bright fire engine red and her lipstick
matched. Her dark hair was styled and I could smell her perfume from across
the room. She wrapped her arms around Master Pauls neck and kissed him
deeply. Master Paul's hands when to her sides and then slid down to cup her
ass. They ground their crotches together and whent he broke the kiss I
could see a huge bulge in Master Paul's jeans and Marcia's sissy clit had
escaped its confines and was poking out from under the dress. "Oopsies...,"
Marcia said coyly.  Master Paul reached down and growled again as he
stroked Marcia's hard little pricklette.

She leaned in and kissed Master Paul on the cheek and whispered to him,
"Give us a couple of minutes baby. Let me get Jackie ready for you ok?"
Master Paul looked over at me in my frumpy bathrobe and smiled and
nodded. "Just don't take too long," he said.  He left the room and marcia
came over to me. Ok Sweety. Let's get started.  She took over, stripping me
out of the bathrobe and pulling clothes form the closet and lingerie from
the dresser. I felt like I was caught in a tornado and she worked around
me. Holding up different outfits and panties, shaking her head and pulling
out another. My mind was still trying to absorb everything. It was slowly
dawning on me that Marcia had promised Master Paul that he could take my
virginity...that he could fuck me. Of course I had no say in the matter. I
tried at one point to argue with Marcia but she silenced me quickly by
saying, "Honey, you're going to get fucked tonight. You're going to enjoy
it.  So just shut up and get used to the idea."  Well...what does one say
to that?

When she was done I was dressed in a black version of her spandex micro
mini with cherry red panties and matching training bra and garter belt. I
was wearing black fishnet stockings with red low heeled strappy
sandals. Marcia made up my face with red lipstick that matched hers and
pale blue eyeshadow. She said we'd have to forget the nailpolish tonight as
there wasn't enough time and she shook her head sadly over the state of my
hair. She'd tried to style it into a sort of pageboy but it was still too
short, "and I don't have time to get wig," she said.  In the end, when I
looked in the mirror, I saw what, to me, looked like a 12 year old flat
chested girl with a bad haircut dressed up like a hooker for Halloween.
"It'll do," Marcia pronounced. "but that won't. At least not at first
honey," she said, pointing to my little hardon poking out from under my
dress. I'd been hard since the moment the panties she'd handed me had
cupped my sissy clit in the silky nylon and I had to admit that wearing the
frilly, sexy, girly things was turning me on. My pricklett had slipped the
confines of my panties and was peeking out.  Marcia told me to squat
down. The she grabbed my cock and tucked it up between my legs and covered
it with the panties. She had me stand and for a moment I felt some pain as
my little balls felt like they were being squished. I winced and Marcia
told me not to worry, that I'd get used to it and I wouldn't have it tucked
for long anyway.

In all, it had taken about 20 minutes and when we opened the door Master
Paul was just looking at his watch.  He smiled when he saw us and came
in. "That was worth the wait, I must say," he chuckled. I walked over to
him a bit unsteadily even in the low heeled sandals. He leaned down and
kissed me gently on the lips.  "You both look good enough to eat," he
leered.Suddenly he grabbed me around the waist and pulled mme close to
him. I nearly fell and if he hadn't been holding me in his strong arms I
surely would have.  He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard and
rough. Pressing his lips tightly against mine and forcing my mouth open
with his tongue.  Marcia, meanwhile, was hugging him from the side. She ran
her hands up and down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as she did so. She
went to her knees as Master Paul continued to kiss me and she unbuttoned
and unzipped his pants, tugging them down to his ankles. Master Paul then
released me as he removed his shoes and took off his pants. As I caught my
breath, I watched him undress and stood speechless as marcia kissed and
licked his well muscled legs.

Nervously I backed away only to find the edge of my bed hit the backs of my
knees causing me to sit on the bed. Master Paul waggled his finger at me
ina "come here" gesture. Marcia looked over at me with lust filled eyes and
nodded. I got up and still a bit unsteady, walked over to Master Paul. He
caressed my cheek with one finger and said simply, "Just like earlier today
you little slut."  He put his hands on his hips and looked down.  I
followed his gaze and saw his hard man cock outlined in the white jockey
shorts. the tip of the head just beginning to peak over the waistband and I
knew what he wanted. I fell to my knees and grasped the waistband of his
underwear and slowly pulled them down. As before, his cock sprung out and
grazed my cheek. Marcia was on her knees next to me and grasped his cock
with one hand. With her other hand she held my chin and had me open my
mouth. She then guided Master Paul's cock to my waiting mouth and slid her
hand to the back of my head, urgently pressing me forward to take him into
my waiting pussy mouth. I remembered how he tasted and how I gagged on his
big dick earlier in the day but I knew I had no choice now. I was doing
what I'd been sent here to do. I was learning how to be a girl and this is
what girls did for their man.

I opened my mouth wide and took him inside. I was doing it again. In fact
it was the fourth time that day that I'd had a cock in my mouth. In one day
I'd become that which everyone had always accused me of being. I was on my
knees in front of a real manly man sucking his cock. I was a true sissy
cocksucker. I closed my lipstick painted lips around his swollen shaft and
once again bathed his huge prick with my tongue. I swirled it around the
head and sucked and tasted the salty precum. I sucked it like a straw and
licked it like an ice cream cone and from somewhere deep inside me came a
moan as I once again accepted my fate. I could almost hear all the boys in
my school who used to tease me. It was almost like they were standing there
now watching me. "Look at the sissy cocksucker. Look at him, sucking that
big prick just like a girrrrl. Hey sissy, how's that cock taste? You like
sucking big fat cocks you sissy fag?"  Except...I did...I WAs enjoying
it. I LIKED pleasing Master Paul and Amy and Marcia. I could hear Marcia
whispering in my ear, "Yeah...that's right...good girl...take it all
in...open your throat..." She was guiding me...teaching me how to be a
better cocksucker. How to take a man's cock without gagging...better than
any girl...."Now swallow it...swallow his dick and it'll go down your
throat without making you gag honey....good girl....that's a good
cocksucker... now come up on it....don't let him out of your mouth...hold
the head in...that's right baby...flick the prcum from the
tip...mmmmmm...tastes good right....now take him deep again baby...."

I began to move faster, finding that I could take him deeper in my throat
each time. I was bobbing my head up and down on his fat prick. Letting him
fuck my face. Marcia began talking dirtier as I sucked.

"Yeah slut...suck him harder...suck that cock baby.....that's right...let
him fuck that slut mouth....he's face fucking you now slut...yeah...that's
right suck it...you dirty little cocksucking slut....let him fuck your
pussy mouth....a real man...fucking you....suck that cock you dirty
whore...you fucking whore...suck it...suck it!...that's what you're made
for you sissy slut...cock sucking and pleasing men...that's why we're here
baby...'cause WE know how to fuck and suck our men...better than any nasty
fish cunt...and now this real man is going to fuck you.  I'm gonna help him
fuck that tight little boy pussy of yours. He's gonna fuck you so good
baby...he's gonna slide that big fat beautiful cock up inside you and fuck
you and make you feel like a real woman now.

As marcia kept up her string of vulgarities, I was bobbing my head in a
rythum with Master Paul's thrusts. His sweat was dripping down his stomach
and mingled with my spit and his precum. He finally pulled his cock form
mouth mouthand grabbed the back of my head along with Marcia and and pushed
his balls into my face. Only a day ago, if someone had done that to me I
would have gagged and puked and run home crying. I would've thought it the
most vile thing one boy could do to another.  But today...today...I wasn't
a boy. I was a Sissy and when I felt Master Paul's tight sweaty balls
pressing against my soft lips I kissed them. I kissed them like a woman
would kiss her lover's cheek after she'd been gone for months. I kissed and
licked his balls like a starving man would kiss and lick a turkey dinner. I
worshipped his balls. I made love to them. I finally understood the meaning
of the phrase, "make love to". I pressed my nose against them and licked
them and took them into my mouth and gently swirled my tounge around
them. I grabbed his cock with one hand and pressed it against my cheek,
holding it tightly as I pressed my lips to Master Paul's sack. I began to
kiss all around his balls and up and down his shaft. Planting soft little
butterfly kisses. I worshiped his cock. It was my God. His gorgeous hard
tool.  Marcia had to pry me away and turned me around. I bent over the bed
mewling from the absence of Master Paul's cock in or on my lips. My mouth
felt empty without it.

I felt Marcia's hans lifting my skirt. I felt her pulling my panties
aside. And then I felt her hot wet tongue at the pink puckered rosebud of
my ass pussy and I knew instinctively that she was getting me wet for
Him. For My Man. I felt her licking all around my asshole...my ass
cunt...my boy pussy...her hot went tongue insinuated itself an inch inside
me and I tried to relax. I felt Master Paul lean over my back and heard him
whisper in my ear..."Just relax babydoll....I'm going to be very
gentle....I'm going to make you a woman now..."

I tried to do as he said. I went completely limp and tried to completely
relax my ass cunt. I felt pressure as he placed the tip of his cock against
my boy pussy. He pressed harder and for an instant I tensed up. Marcia rose
up and whispered to me to relax and I did. I felt his prick opening my fuck
hole up. I felt the tip of his cock slide in and knew he was insideme when
I felt the ridge of his cockhead pass my opening.  Marcia went back down
and I felt her licking at his cock and my ass cunt where they were
joined. Lubricating both with her saliva. I felt Master Paul then push some
more and I felt him enter me another inch. I felt like I had to poop but
didn't say anything. I assumed the feeling was because normally something
would be coming out that way and my body was "confused" by the sensations
so I tried to relax some more instead of pushing and he slipped in another
inch.  Slowly, Master Paul pressed forwared. The pressure increased and I
felt some pain deep in my belly and grimaced. Marcia had me look into her
eyes and she told me I was doing wonderfully. She sat on my bed in frontof
me and pulled her skirt up and began rubbingher sissy clitty thru her
panties. I focused on that rather than on the pain in my ass cunt and
suddenly I felt Master Paul's balls against the backs of my thighs and I
realized he was buried in me to the hilt.

He bgan to pull out and got about half way before he pushed it back into
me. Slowly he increased this rythum. In and out...in and out...and I
realized I was being fucked. A man was fucking me...fucking my ass. I was
being fucked like a girl. As though reading my mind Master Paul said, "Yeah
you cunt...that's right...I'm fucking you now....you like it bitch...you
liked getting ass fucked like a fucking bitch slut...take my cock inside
you bitch...fucking you like a dog...like a bitch in heat you are...take my
cock you ass whore...you fucking sissy cunt...take it...take my fucking man
prick in your sissy boy cunt....mmmmmmm god your cunt is tight
bitch....taking your cherry cunt...remember that...I'm taking your
cherry.....my prick is the first one in your pussy and this cunt belongs to
me now...do you understand Sissy slut?"

"Yes Master Paul," I said. Marcia Squealed with delight.

"Ohhhh yeah Jackie...I'm so proud of you. May I Master Paul?"  Master Paul
must have given her some sign of acknowledgement because marcia scooted
closer to me and pulled her panties aside. Her cockette stuck up cute and
hairless. "Suck it bitch...suck me while you're being fucked," she said.

I obediently opened my mouth. I took her inside and beganto suckle her as I
had earlier today. I was being filled from both ends. I had a cok in my
mouth and one in my asscunt. The little 12 year old boy inside me screamed
silently but I didn't hear him. I was no longer Jack. I was
Jackie. Cocksucking, cum swallowing sissy slut. I no longer had parents. I
belonged to Master Paul. I was his to do with as he pleased. I was his sex
slave. His fuck toy. His girl.  He continued to pound my ass. Fucking me
faster and I thurst my hips backward in time with him. We were fucking. I
would tighten my asshole briefly ever few strokes and this would make
Master Paul groan. Suddenly he sreamed, "Aaaaarrrrhhhh...yesssssssss...."
and buried himself to the hilt inside me. I felt his balls tighten against
the backs of my thighs and suddenly felt his hot cum shooting inside me. I
felt his cock twitching as he shot a second and then thrid load in my ass
cunt. A strange part of me wished I could get pregnant. Suddenly Marcia
began to cum as well and she drove her hips up till her little hairless
balls rested against my chin and she flooded my mouth with a load...much
smaller than Master Paul's but still more than a mouthful. I wasn't able to
swallow it as my own orgasm begain (and I hadn't even touched my cockette -
merely from the friction of my panties!).

Master Pual finished cumming in me and I felt his cock softenand slide out
of me. Marcia's cockeete too began to shrink but I held her in my mouth
longer suckingher clean.  They both collapsed then and I fell forward on
the bed. Cum leaking from my asshole and dripping down my chin and soaking
into my panties.  I was a mess. A cum soaked, cum stained slut whore of a
mess.  Master Paul stood then and pulled my panties competely off of me and
finding a dry spot on them, used them to wipe his cock with. He leaned down
and gave my cockette a quick suck to clean the cum fromit. "Mmmmmmm....,"
he said and then leaned in and kissed me. Shoving his tongue with my cum on
it in my mouth.  He then kissed Marcia and thanked her for giving him my
cherry.

Once he dressed and left Marcia and I lay together silently. After a few
minutes, Marcia stood up and helped me up and said, "C'mon babydoll...let's
get you cleaned up."  I hoped every day wouldn't be like my first at
Papillion Academy.  I wasn't sure my poor asshole could take it.  But then
again....a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.