I started looking for fights. I went out of my way to get into trouble with people who used to bully me… The problem was, I wasn’t the fat little ...meek kid anymore. I was 6’ 1” tall, and two hundred and fifteen pounds of solid muscle. I could bench press 320 pounds. I could squat nearly three times my body weight. I could pick a full grown man up by the throat with one arm. I was an all state football player. I dominated guys in the heavyweight wrestling class that had fifty pounds on me, no one. It was very slowly fucking him. He put hisskirt on as directed...not that it would do much for staying warm ofcourse."Now, I have only two more tasks for you. Where should a sissy spend mostof her time?" On her knees sir," said Riley, as he dropped to his knees."Good answer, grab your spreader bar and handcuffs, put the bar betweenyour ankles."Riley did as he was told, fixing the bar to the ankle cuffs and behindhim, forcing his legs and knees apart, and easily putting his cage ondisplay. Her eyes were closed and I was face to face with a beautiful, luscious, juicy, tight pussy. If I didn't know that it was impossible with the Colonel in the next room, I'd have sworn that it was a very excited, pussy. Vulva was too technical, cunt was too crude, and only the Old Bag would have what could only be described as a box. This was a blonde haired, virginal appearing, 'pussy to die for'.The other chaps were all facing towards the dividing fence and I had just decided that I was going to. But you start the ball rolling.”“Oh, Daddy,” Arlene said, tears in her eyes. “I’m sooo happy. I love you so much.”Jeff laughed. “Don’t get mushy, yet. Their parents may not think this is such a good idea. Count on at least one of them being a hard sell.”If Arlene heard him, she didn’t acknowledge because she was already dialing the phone. Diana motioned for Jeff to come with her. When they were in the kitchen, she asked, “Now, what are we going to get our daughter for her to open?”“But we’re.