’ Kate began to cry. Oh boy for such a beautiful girl she sure didn’t cry pretty. Nate grimaced inwardly. ‘No, no, no don’t cry. It’s actual...ly totally okay. Just stop crying please. I was just surprised, you didn’t hurt me at all.’ ‘I cut your lip. You’re bleeding.’ Nate gingerly touched his mouth and then blanched when he saw the blood on his fingers. He abruptly sat down. He took a few deep breaths and then asked, ‘Hey Katie, it’s okay sweetheart. Really. Hey do you think you could clean me. All they have to do is bat their eyelashes at me because, like most men, I'm a sucker for cute teen girls.The girls, like their mothers, think nothing of stripping in front of me. It isn't unusual on Saturday afternoon in the months before prom season, for me to be surrounded with deliciously nubile girls in microscopic thong panties so thin that they hide nothing. Frequently, the girls' mothers are there too. They seem to think nothing of their little girls parading around essentially nude. Then you feel rough hands sliding over your stinging ass. A finger starts at the top of your crack and slowly follows the path down, and then to your slit. You feel the finger touch your pussy lips. You spread your legs, allowing the finger to enter you if it wishes. But it is pulled away and again you feel the sting of the paddle. And then the finger, only this time it enters your cunt. The sudden invasion of your tunnel causes you to lean forward, but then you lean back, trying to get. It was a wicked conversation which I had to keep innocent on my side incase somebody passed by my desk. When it was over, I still had half anhour left on my lunch break, and headed to the men's room.The restroom was empty, so I found a stall and pulled down my pants. Iwas wearing a pair of pink cotton panties today, and had forgone theboxers over them this time. When I finished peeing and wiping, Icouldn't help but take a moment to reflect on how much I loved what Ihad become. I thought about.