“Yes, Miss, I will take care of that for you. Don’t forget dinner is promptly at six PM and the master doesn’t shirk from chastising latecomers....��She put the phone down less than gently and punched the pillow with her tiny fist like it was Mark’s face or the unnamed cook’s backside that deserved a whipping in the worst way. Quickly, she sat at the dresser and checked her face to make certain her eye shadow was just right and that her lipstick was perfect. Hopefully, this James creature would be. No floral scent here, but like her mother clean and a hint of soap. My mouth meets her pussy as I gently introduce the girl to the sweet simple joys of her sex, before spearing her through and through. Going slowly I relax her. She is feeling things she has never felt before. I compliment her on how pretty, how sexy and how wonderful she is. I mention how she is responding perfectly. I play with her breasts as I lick her cunt, and gently, oh so carefully suck on her clit. She is getting worked. Besides…If I’ve got to suffer, maybe you should to.” Alan’s head swiveled helplessly from one to the other. He was trapped. There was no other course but to give in. Cheeks hot, head pounding, he walked to his desk. “Oh, I’ll suffer all right,” he muttered, sitting down hard. “Alright!” Frank exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “Boys and girls class is in session!”*Amy had retreated to the back of the bed, keeping the blanket over her body. Frank moved across the room, pulling his shirt off. I was running out of jobs to do when my dad came out.“Thank you, son,” he said, handing over a larger sum than I expected.“Wow, thanks!”“You deserve it. You’ve worked your ass off all weekend and I know why. You’re going to take someone special to the end-of-year prom, aren’t you!”“Actually no, not as far as I know. I asked Melinda Sturge but she shot me down in flames.”Dad looked at me pensively. “I guess it’s understandable in the circumstances. Your mother and I got you these anyway. We know.