”A fresh batch of shame coursed through me as I did as I was told. His hand grabbed my ass and squeezed it firmly; his finger slid inside my panties...and teased my hole. I moaned softly and pushed back against his finger. He pulled away quickly and slapped my ass.“Not yet, slut, not yet.” He laughed at me. Slapping me again he turned to go into the living room, “Get to work, bitch.” He said over his shoulder as the door swung shut behind him.The shame combined with his rejection, was turning to. I brought my lips to the hot head of Ben's cock and took it just far enough into my mouth to feel the ridge of his helmet inside my lips. Squeezing my lips a bit, I pulled on and off feeling the edge of his helmet caress my lips as it moved in and out of my mouth.I moved off the couch, kneeling between Ben's legs to get better access. Holding his shaft with one hand, I was fumbling with the other to unbuckle his belt and get his pants off. He pushed my hand out of the way and undid his pants.. M.“How’s your voice holding out, Will?” Allison asked me over dinner. “I’m hoping you won’t have a huge load on it, not like last year.”“I think it should be fine,” I said. “There’s been a good lead up during November and December, enough to keep my voice strong, without overtaxing it. But I’ll try not to overload it. I will start gargling with warm salt water every morning; I need to remember to do that every day.”“I’ll make sure I remind you,” Fiona said. “We can’t have your voice crapping. He realized at that moment he had to have those stiff buds inside his mouth . . . before the weekend was over. Jenny tried to match her twin sister's shot, but the ball flew over the top of the backboard and down towards the pond. Uncle Mike began to run down towards the ball, but Jenny followed close by . . . leaving the others up at the court. The ball kept rolling down the somewhat steep incline almost going into the water. "I like your outfit Jenny. You have begun to blossom underneath,.