(Well she really had no option.)What a lovely picture.The books forced her legs apart. (She couldn't get them any wider if she’d tried.) The knicker... pulled her ankles together. The tops of her stockings perfectly framing her arse and her cunt was quite clearly on show for the old men.Mr Harding couldn’t resist just ‘checking’ her tits were properly on the desk.Mr Jones ran his fingers down the crease of her cunt. There was no pretence of checking anything. He just wanted to (and could) feel. Up both sides of her calves, circling both knees and teasingly over her thighs. When it was passed over her inside thighs she began to moan in pleasure as it was drawn towards the tops of her thighs and her vulva. Gently tapping against her clit she arched her back and her breath quickened. The heat was emanating through her body, she was getting close. Now moving away and across her hips and stomach, searching out her navel and up to her ribs. Tickling slightly it only enhanced the pleasure. If you want your boyfriend to .... uuuuhh ... enjoy it", I told her, "you must let him finish in your ... uhhh .... mouth and you must not take it out whilst I'm ... he's ejaculating" I corrected myself. "Do you ... uhhh ... understand?"Sam nodded, keeping the pace, her body tensing slightly in anticipation of what was to come.I went on: "If you want to be a really naughty girl; if you want it to be fantastic, you'll swallow it for him. Is this something you want to try?"There was a slight. He asked how she took her coffee and then went off to the kitchen to make it. She sat down in the lounge which was basic as the whole bungalow seemed to be. There were two doors off the lounge to other rooms she assumed.He soon came back with her coffee and a can of cider for himself. She knew he had already had three pints in the pub.He said do you really want the coffee or would you like something else laughing.She said “and what might you have in mind?” He quickly said “well the bedroom is.