I didn't answer. I knew Mistress didn't want to hear from me unless she asked me a question. I had learned that the hard way. "My little sweetheart. H...w are you feeling?" "Good, Mistress. Thank you," I peeped. "Good? Is that true? I thought I taught you to be honest with me. I don't need to strictly reinforce that lesson right now, do I?" "No, Mistress, I'm sorry. I'll be completely honest from now on. I was trying not to complain." "I don't want complaints, hunny, I want honesty," she. On my first day I was introduced to my team; my camerawoman who was a tall, leggy, athletic, blonde called Chrissie who appeared to be in her late twenties, & my sound girl who was a cute, brazen, little redhead with a big smile & plenty of attitude called Suzie.We were sent out to do some silly human interest story (or 'cat up a tree story' as the girls called them) so we all got into the van & were on our way. We spent most of the trip chatting & giggling. They asked me lots of questions. Ivan goes for the same position with my legs up over his shoulders. This gave added penetration and actually it hurt. His curved cock is knocking on the door of my cervix. Hard knocking. And he is not letting up. I mean he is bringing tears to my eyes. Eventually as I guess he grew longer or something, my breath was stolen away as a sharp pain announced that his cockhead had penetrated my cervix. This was the first time that ever happened. Ivan also knew something was up. His first. Jona’s mother opened the screened door and invited him in. “I’ll write you a check,” she said. She was wearing a very short, flowered robe, and Tommy was petty sure that was all she was wearing. She was barefoot. She smelled good.“Did you know Jona at school?” she asked.“Sure. She and my sister are friends, cheerleaders.”‘That’s nice,” the woman said, letting her silk robe flap open and reveal her large breast with its dark tit. It hung down and wobbled as she wrote. “She’s gone off to visit.