It falls to the desk, and you stand in front of the boys in only your high heels and your stockings. “Please, boys.” “Please what, Miss Fran?...Please, may I get off the desk? Yes, you may. Step down, and then lay on the desk, on your back. That’s good, Love, just like that. Let your feet hand over the side, hm? Don’t be shy, Miss Fran. You are beautiful, and we have already seen it all anyway.” As you lay on the desk, your legs spread wide with your feet hanging over the sides, you feel so. Computer simulated voices don’t do that.”“Nor do they understand contextually the way that one does,” Marie pointed out, not nearly as quietly.“Thank you. My programming is a continuing enterprise with input from Laura, who is my primary programmer, Ann, her daughter, Helen, who teaches us all, and, of course, Arlene.” It didn’t bother to add that much of the current additions to its code came from itself/himself.“I wonder what a Prime is supposed to be?” Marie whispered to her husband, but. I got quite excited thinking about putting them on with them. "You can't wear these with your legs in that condition." said Tammy."What is wrong with them?" I replied disappointed."Hair!" She stated."They're not that bad." For a boy, they are not very hairy I will grant you, my legs would probably be the same if I didn't wax or shave, but, I do wax and shave, so must you."Not for the first time my chin hit my chest in astonishment. Was she serious? Most definitely, as moments later we were in. I mean I love her to death but she can be a real pain in the ass sometimes. She looked at me and noticed my hard-on. She smiled slyly. Since youve been so good to me, Ill treat you to a nice present. She got down on her knees and unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans. Pulling my boxers down, she unleashed my cock. She eyed it with astonishment. I know I dont have much credibility, but this thing is HUGE! I felt my head swell. I always knew my penis was a little more than average. It was 7 and a.