Nuzla grabbed my hand and pulled me into the kitchen. She demanded that I sit on the hard floor. I complied out of fear of her Girl Power. She then de...manded that I begin bouncing on my butt. So I started bouncing up and down, my poor butt cheeks slapping against the hard mean floor.My bottom was so sore. The girls just laughed about it while I just blushed and blushed. After 20 minutes of non-stop butt bouncing, my bottom aches so much that I whimpered and blubbered in front of the girls.. Straining, I tried to put names to the girls lining the counter, touching up the minimal make-up we were allowed at St. Francis while chatting non-stop about who said what to who or who’d asked who out. I rolled my eyes, feeling morally superior. As a rule, I hardly every gossiped, and I certainly didn’t go all goofy over boys. Yeah, who was I kidding. I’d spent most of the morning thinking about the girl standing before me, her back to the stall door, her lips shiny with lip gloss. “I love. Further encouraged, I got into position to pull her pants down but she grabbed my hands."You're not going to have me tonight," she said softly but firmly."It would be so nice," I protested."Not tonight," she said again. "But that doesn't mean I can't do things to you." She smiled with what she probably meant to be blatant naughtiness."Okay," I said, taking her up on it by unzippng my jeans and pulling my urgent cock out.Without further invitation my sixty-seven year old date leaned over and. “Came back to see me, kiddo?” I glared at him and looked for a way out.“Where’s Mom?” I asked, stalling for time.“She went to the store. She’ll be gone for a few hours. And I know your sister won’t come searching for at least an hour. So I have you all to myself. And if you say anything, I will hurt her. So don’t even think about saying anything to her or your mother.” I closed my eyes and nodded.He led me to my room and forced me to strip. Then he pushed me down onto my knees. I stared at the.