“Now are you ready to learn something?”“Sure,” he answered with a big grin. “Do I get to do you now?”“If we are both going to learn some...hing, then you’ll have to get me off too.”“Do you want me to use my fingers, or do you have a toy of some kind that you want me to use?” he asked.“I do have a toy,” Donna admitted. “Mom gave it to me almost two years ago. She said that she understood that I would be getting curious about sex and she wanted me to have something to use to help settle my. I ... well." His face blazed deep red as her turned and opened the side door into the milk barn.Even though his remark, unintentional as it was, embarrassed her, she giggled at his discomfort. "Gotcha!" she exclaimed at his retreating back. The retreating back stiffened for a moment. Jesse opened the side door and stepped back to let the cows in. They made their usual pushing, shoving mad dash for the stall they considered their own. He passed out the grain, locked the stanchions and began to. In no time at all I desperately neededrelief and was squirming in my bonds trying to reach a climax. She wouldplay with my breasts, then lick between them, down my chest to mystomach and my helplessly exposed inner thighs. When she thought I wasready to come she would stop. I wanted to beg her for mercy but couldonly make moans and a crazy glub-glub sound. Finally she said how sexy Ilooked, mounted my shaft and rode me until we both climaxed. But shewasn't done. She blindfolded me, lifted my. ’ Having no buttons or buzzers on his antiquated phone, to page his secretary, he yelled out through his open office door. ‘Miss Moneypenny, what is the next unused Double-Oh agent number?’ On her computer, Moneypenny punched up a file listing licensed agents, and replied ‘Double-Oh-Sixty-Nine.’ ‘Thank you, Miss Moneypenny. Very well, Ms. Bond, your agent number is0069.’ She couldn’t resist shocking the old geezer by squealing, ‘Ooh, 69, my favorite position. I won’t forget MY agent number!.