Almost every evening I relaxed myself for sleep by giving myself a powerful orgasm. I would fantasize about being a maid or a secretary or a student,...always forced to service the man in charge. I would imagine myself bent over a desk and spanked or forced to kneel on a flight of stair while I was fucked from behind. I knew that I must be a complete pervert, twisted and sick for thinking like that but these fantasies sustained me. I was able to reach a state of arousal that I could never. Eric himself could not take much more and he had joined in by placing his cock in front of my mouth so that I could lick and suck the large head. Steve continued to grind up against me and then it happened, a low moan emerged from between his lips, then I could feel the flood of hot love juice splash upon my body, Steve continued to grind both our hips together until he had experienced all that joy he was going to get out of his cock. As Steve had rolled of me, he had placed his hand in the cum. To get myself ready. You told me I could touch myself, but not to cum. I came close twice, and my fingers are twitching to dig themselves in my pretty waxed pussy and make myself explode in pleasure. But I know better than to disobey you. I wonder what you'll do to me. Last time, you teased me with that juicy prick of yours for a good hour before you put it in me. I came instantly- I still get wet just thinking about it. You had made me suck on it, and had fucked my mouth with it. I wanted to. “After I won the bid, he told me that he’d sell that other parcel to me for the same price per acre as I paid for the Sisemore land. I still wasn’t sure about it, until we started planning every thing out, and then Tom found the tractors at such a good deal. I knew then, we were on our way and we’d be able to farm another five hundred acres with the same implements and a little more labor. Luther told me the land was close to being ready to plant and the last owner had canals and flume ditches.