No yes-or-no answers, but details, background, context. As I said, this might take a while.”“Yes Sir, I understand.”“All right. Let’s start ...with your sexual history. I’m not going to ask which highschooler took your virginity, but I’d like to know about your first anal experience.”“Ah, yes. Well, actually that was completely unplanned. My boyfriend at the time had given me such a harsh pussy whipping that regular sex was just too painful. But he was horny, so he just switched to my other hole.. "I turned back to the booth and said, "There is a table over there where we can talk" and I held out my hand. She took it and I helped her out of the booth and walked her to the table and we sat down."It looks like I interrupted your evening." No, I may have become a slut, but I'm a selective slut. That bunch wasn't going to get anything but a dance or two and the privilege of buying me drinks. What brings you here?" You. Us. You dumped your bomb on me and then got up and left, but you didn't. I heard my mother waking and I guess getting ready for work. I figured if I'm going to be aggravated by this feeling of shame from my abused asshole I mite as well bother my mother a little bit. I waited to hear her car drive off before I decided to text message her. I picked up my cell phone went on trying to get sympathy from her. I started off simple, "Ma my butt really burns, are you still home?" Her response was almost instant. "Driving, get the Vaseline from the bathroom and work it in. When I arrived I was shown to my accomodation which was within the school premesis and comfortable enough. There was a good overhead fan at any rate, and a mosquito net over the bed.I was asked by a very charming pupil to report to Mrs Strickland after I had freshened up but no later than 10 AM.I was prompt and knocked on her door at exactly that time. She was as strict looking as her name suggested. She stood straight as a stick and had a cold smile which set your nerves on edge. I think she.