” Mr. Boyer told them.“He wants to be a farmer, sir. He loves your place. The animals, the open spaces.” Max said, shaking his head.“I know he...does son, but the farm is just about dead. It is a shadow of its former self, what with the big corporate outfits sucking all the profit out of farming these days. We barely make ends meet, and in a few years? We’ll have to sell and retire someplace. We want Toby to live, to go out there and do things, see things that we never will.” The older man said,. "Two". Mmmm. Spank. "Three". Spank. Ungh. "Four". Spank. Whimpering. "Five". He had me repeat this treatment on my spread pussy with the narrow handle of the spatula that mercilessly parted my lips to make my tender clit sting and my pussy even wetter. "I'm training you to be my little virtual pain slut". Thank you Sir. I slipped a dildo in my ass for him and was his good little girl and spanked my ass the way he requested. He wanted to know what I looked like--my pussy did the thinking for me. She would have deferred to the showbiz charms of the deputy ambassador, stepped aside for the mature, elegant virtues of the accountant, and would probably have folded the clothes of the ambassador herself and fanned us with the biggest pad of paper she could find, if the old lady had decided to try one last fling. With none of her potential rivals and superiors showing much interest, though, Airis gave herself happily to the task of pleasuring the man she had been wanting to get together with. ‘Oh yes, that’s good!’ That drew forth some giggling around me, which went even louder at me inquiring look. ‘Oh Bunnie!’ Anne mock sighed, the grin never completely leaving her lips. ‘Ouch, that’s good! If that aren’t the famous last words of a masochist, I don’t know!’ The girls around me dissolved into laughter while I blushed and felt torn between being embarrassed and joining in. There was, after all, some rather obvious truth to it, even if only my girlfriend was aware of it. Kirsten was.