If that was what girl farts smelled like I was okay with it.“The only part I really didn’t like was when you made me eat off the floor and calling...me Eddie, Ma’am” I admitted.“What about when I made you eat your own cum with a spoon?” Blair seemed particularly proud of that.“I hate to admit that I liked the taste. I milked myself after I ate your pussy and then licked it all off my hand afterward. I know I should be punished because I didn’t put it in a tissue, Ma’am,” I admitted.“I was in. "You were supposed to come by on Tuesday, my morgue's overflowing!"The undertaker wearily climbed out of the hearse. "Don't start, Barry," he moaned, "just ... don't. It's been a hell of a week." Yeah, yeah, cry me a river," Barry grumped. "My Author got eight new ideas last week. Do you have any idea how much carnage that makes?"Frank slammed the car door and turned to face the other man. "Carnage! You want to talk carnage, you little..." He slumped back and his anger dissipated. "Sorry,. She let out a scream as her panties cam off.As she twisted on the restraints I slipped my hand up her dress and slid my hand between her wet thighs. My thumb found the soaked entrance to her fuck hole. I jammed my thumb up her hole almost lifting her off the the ground. She was really struggling at her bonds as I rammed my thumb in and out of her hot cunt. I continued to ream her hole until she explode in a torrential orgasm.I removed my hand and she was pleading with me to fuck her. I released. "Of course you must go, if God is calling you to that," I said, trying to keep my excitement out of my voice."Thank you." My father's voice was gruff. I thought I detected some real emotion there. Surely not?Anyway, they went. They were out of the country when my results were published – four A stars – and I went back to school. I had an allowance that enabled me to eat. The bills were paid by direct debit. The teachers continued to support and encourage me. My eighteenth birthday came and went.