I knew he was going to cum in less than a second. It was all up to me when he came. I could have stopped it, but I chose to make him cum! He had no ch...ice. I was in charge. Again, I thought, "No wonder Denise loves this so much!"Just as I felt his cum beginning at the very base of his cock...below the balls, I sucked him deep and with a lot of suction. I felt his cum rising up the length of his shaft as his cockhead was all the way down the back of my throat. When I knew he could no longer. " So do you think you could do better?" Yes but not just me; it's this system that puts men unfairly in chargewomen could be a much better job than those walking penis's. We need totake over and force them to live the way we have for years treated likesecond class citizens; where our looks are more important than our brainsand where the shorter the hem of our skirts the better we're treated. Ohyes have them wear these clothes," she said pointing to her short skirtand 4in high heeled shoes.. " His eyes warmed as he looked down at her, and Jenny saw him really gaze at her for the first time, seeing her as a ready and very desirable woman, not a kid. Maybe he wouldn't look at her this way, she thought, if he hadn't already had that big rod in her, if he hadn't pumped her ecstatic pussy full of his juice just a few minutes ago. But her father was a realist who understood that the damage--if any--had already been done. Now he was. He thanked me profusely for getting him out.I could barely sit on a horse, let alone ride one. The only horses that I had encountered in the Points were pulling carts. And I hadn’t fired a gun. They fixed all that in the four weeks before we were shipped down south. In the meantime, I fell off a lot of horses.I hated the horses. Most of us were drafted from the City itself. So, I had plenty of company falling off the things. But I adored the gun. I’ve got a steady hand and I love the power a.