As Jackson grew accustomed to the anal penetration his stifled grunts of discomfort grew into moans of pleasure and Tegan sensed he was about to blow....��You gonna cum now, little boy?” She taunted him. “Tell mistress Tegan when it’s gonna happen.”“I’m gonna cum.” Jackson capitulated.“Beg me for permission.”“Please.” Jackson groaned.“I said beg, bitch.” Tegan gripped his hips and shoved the last few unused inches of her dildo up into Jackson’s ass, eliciting a strangled cry of surprise from him. Except for Momma, she is the only one so far that seems to be happy to see me. She hugs my neck and says, "Hi. You look well. How have you been?"Hugging her back, I say, "I'm well."Then a noise behind me makes me look. There in the back door to the house stands my daddy. In his arms is a load of wood for the fireplace.Looking down, in a voice that can barely be heard I say hello. This is the moment I had feared the most. After he places some of the logs in the fire and the rest beside the. "Gail's conversation with the young boy couldn't be heard. All the two instructors could see were their lips moving and their mouths smiling. An agreement was made and they said goodbye and Gail went smiling to her car.It might be hard to recognize her from the girl in San Diego of a few months before. She wore her hair in a tight severe bun. Horn rimmed glasses perched on her nose. She wore little or no makeup and her dresses were long and she generally wore tweed suits that helped to hide her. ”“Yes I know Sir, but I need help here, please. Oh I see what you mean. I’m so sorry to expose my pussy to you. I am so embarrassed I could cry.”“Please don’t cry ... its OK. I won’t even look at your cute little brown taco that looks like it’s dripping sauce.”“I got some of my taco sauce on your desk, Mr. Brightly. Will you wipe it off for me?”“Yes dear, you hold real still and I’ll get that drop of juicy sauce off before it drips on my desk.”“Yes Sir, if you will, wipe it right out of my.