It helps if you like an’mals, though, whether it’s dawgs, cats, or horses, it don’t matter none. Likin’ an’mals will help you to relate and ...to apprec’ate my story. With all them unwanted an’mals in the world, it’s uncommon for an’mals to have a story with a happy endin’ but this story has a good one. Score one for the an’mals over the humans who mistreat them. Ev’ry time people ask me ’bout my dawg, ‘specially her name, I tell them it’s Earth Day. Always, when I tell them her name, they ask me. "Can you miss your next class?" I asked her."I guess," she said."Good, put your books down and come with me," I instructed. She did as I asked, and she followed me. I took her down towards the gym, and we waited for the next class to begin. Rachel looked at me questioningly, but she did not object to the waiting. When the next class was in session, I led her over to the boy's locker room."What are we doing at the locker room?" she asked."You look a little dirty to me," I told her. "I thought. I left him with a smile and an empty nut sack as I said before. I guess that makes me a cum slut.Multiple Orgasm Two - Role-playing (bad girl and her coach)A week later I met a 58 year old guy at his hotel here on business. I asked him the same thing “do you want me to dress?” and he said yes. He sat in a chair as I undressed taking off my shirt, shorts and go to town panties. I then slipped in my black lace trimmed camisole and school girl pokadot panties. I sat down and put on my white. ‘That might be easy for you,’ I said. ‘For someone who has no feelings, shows no emotions.’ ‘Lance…’ ‘No,’ I said, cutting him off. My heart was racing, mixed emotions were racing through me. I could cut. I could cry. I could scream. I could… I couldn’t catch my breath. I excused myself and went to my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I was pacing back and forth, my mind spinning in circles. This couldn’t be happening. My eyes burned and my heart was racing so fast, I was sure.