Kirsten smiled; she'd seen ads from these bozos before. Apparently, they hadn't gotten the message yet. On the margin of the ad she wrote "Pd -- use B...B ad following", and put it in her outbasket.The next envelope was marked "Legal Advertising," and came from the Fish and Wildlife Service in Minneapolis. This also was nothing new; they got a legal from the Fish and Wildlife Service about four times a year. She opened the copy and read the cover sheet: "Ad must be at least 4 inches wide, type. Tricia rolled herself off of Angie's face as they both caught their breath. My hard cock was again throbbing in my hand, aching for release, and the sight of Angie's desperate squirming on the edge of orgasm inspired me to grab her legs and flip her over onto her knees, then I pulled her raised ass to the edge of the bed and against my straining hard cock. I glanced over at Tricia, and with a sly smile she leaned down to Angie, kissing along her cheek and murmured, "Mister C needs to fuck. .. let me take a closer look. Can I touch it?” I asked. He stared at me in disbelief, as if he was wondering what the right answer was. I didn’t wait for a response and just reached out and grabbed him. I felt the weight of it in my hand. As I lifted it, I noticed that he had a pair of balls that were proportional to the rest of his genitals. In somewhat of a trance, I slowly stroked and squeezed his cock, bring it to life before my very eyes. “Mrs. Wilkinson, I don’t...” he started, but I. ..for anything would be better than her dad finding out!!! "Alright Sir," she sighed, resigned to her fate, ".....if you promise not to tell my dad you can spank or belt my bum every time I get into trouble." I won't tell you again Stephanie, bend over further. Go on spread your legs apart and stick up your fat arse higher or else I'll spank you before I cane you.!!" ordered Mr Thompson as he smiled at the memory of how they had both come to this pass. Resting her head on the cool wood of his.