Im fine. All righty then. Mrs. Richter opens the door again, and its time for class. Once Im back in my desk, the girl next to me taps my shoulder. Mi...nd if I borrow a pencil? I turn to her. Oh hey, were wearing the same shirt! Yeah. She giggles into her hand. Her laugh is such a sweet sound to hear. This isnt really such a bad place sometimes. But wait. If she has the same shirt, why am I–and only I–dressed wrong? Oh. Right. So yeah, can I have a pencil? She turns to inspect my face more. As she surveys her surroundings the tables were in need of a wipe, the gloomy ochre, smoke stained paintwork peeling away from the Victorian brickwork beneath. The gloomy surroundings fitted her mood, the girl she was supposed to meet hadn’t turned up, Sophie felt alone, lonely, unwanted and depressed.A new girl appeared at the far side of the counter, it was easy to see by the waitresses wide shoulders and slim hips that she wasn’t a real girl, her black dress and white pinny rather shorter. The make up job was as over thetop as the rest of the get up and I was set to preparing food for the"honored guest" as yet unknown.I was locked out of our house and sent to the barn to make the partypreparations and set up several benches and placed a table and a roundhay bale at right angles for the 'scene study' to come. To my horrorseveral women rode up on motorcycles and Marla had me serve themdinner, they were complete strangers to me and I was getting moreterrified by the minute. Marla. But once we were on the bed, and she was lying beside me gently fondling my balls, I realised that I was in bed with the loveliest of creatures who would respond to gentle lovemaking. After a few minutes, she slipped down the bed, but only so she could lick and bite my nipples. When she tired of that, I was fascinated by her bullet-like nipples atop her small breast (34B she told me later) and she responded with steady moaning as I played with these beautiful tits. Eventually we were just.