"Oh, Intervention means that there's been overproduction of some commodity, like butter, and the price would drop to be lower than the cost of product...on if it was all put on the market at the same time. So to protect the home producers, the Government buys up the surplus at an intervention price, pays us to store it for a few months, and then releases it when the price has stabilised. They've been quite crafty about getting rid of the butter; they've issued it to the Army and other. Shall we wait?No, please at least try. Ok mr B. Oh god you think yo yourself, I’m never going to get that thick, long dick away. But you try, you take it in your hands,first cleaning the length with a wipe. It really is quite thick and heavy in your hands, the shaft long with obvious veins and the head smooth but with a pronounced ridge around the edge. And god is it stiff and getting stiffer too as your attempts to clean him are definitely pleasing him. “Are you uncomfortable miss lewis? I’m. It was consuming my thoughts and not allowing me to completely enjoy the pleasure this lesbo was giving me, nor to reach the orgasm my body was dying to have, the concentration on my clit really driving me wild, but wild with frustration, not release.Suddenly the word popped into my head. A word that enhanced even more the position of power I held over this older, cute, lesbian. Yes!! "You mean, 'Yes, Mistress Bree', don't you?!"She looked up at me... startled... her tongue extended towards my. “You were fucking my pussy with your cock weren’t you?” This time I laughed at such words coming from such a young girl.“Yes I was Lynne… I call it screwing but fucking is just as good!” Lynne smiled at me. Then she suddenly said,“You’ve not had an orgasm yet have you?” I shook my head and started to slide my cock in and out of Lynne again.“Don’t worry I’m nearly there …” I was very close as our conversation had turned me on more than I thought possible. Lynne smiled at me and stroked the.