He fully realized she was only a kid, but God, how he would love to bury his face into that fresh young cunt. Watching the youngster as she continued ...o talk to her mother, Earl could almost feel her soft full lips wrapped around his cock. Ever since Lisa had introduced him to the joys of a blow-job, he couldn't keep his mind off of it.Turning to leave, Hope almost stumbled when she suddenly saw the man's huge prick pushing the front of his pants out. A naughty little twinkle sparkled in her. He finally “broke the ice” and said “Lets get a motel room”. My wife said “Oh no, I cant do that.” They got another round of drinks and my wife said “Crap, I cant get back on the interstate now, I am way too buzzed”. They ended up paying the tab and my wife suggested that they go sit in the car for a while.They went and got into the front seat of his car and kept talking. He then asked her if she would blow him or give him a hand job. She laughed and said “No”. This went on for quite some. ?The disciplinarian then proceeded to continue the whipping to the delight ofthe native farm workers assembled for the public punishment. This was the monthly ? PunishmentDay ? at the ? Farm for Women Prisoners ?. On this day thoseprisoners that failed to meet their quota as slave laborers were punished withthe bullwhip. The slave on the Whipping Ladder had failed to meet her quota forthe third consecutive month so for the third time she was punished for herlaziness.? She was sentenced to. My eyes widened, as my heart pounded out of my chest. "What are you talking about?" I pondered. Then he strolled to the highest cabinet, and his hands climbed into it. He came back to me, with his left hand hidden behind his back. "Happy anniversary, Donna, I love you," he said, as he handed me a small box. 'Holy shit', I thought, as my breathing escalated. "Oh, Jack. I think we're past the part of the relationship where we have to give each other gifts on anniversaries," I said. "What are you.