I started licking her pounding cunt up and down, using my hand to open her up, and hit her sweet spot, on the right side of her clit. Then I take the ...hole thing into my mouth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Feeling her thighs tighten around my head, and pelvis start to thrust, I know she is about to cum, I stop flicking because she isn't allowed to cum until I allow her to. She looks at me with longing and ecstasy, making me even more excited. I go back into the box and grab her pink. “My name is Ellie” she said with a smile, “You must be Frank?”I nodded as a got a whiff of her perfume, it was Channel and it always got me horny as Lisa wears it all the time, my body shook as I inhaled the aroma.“Nice perfume” I said paying Ellie the ultimate compliment, she stopped and turned to me, “Thank you Frank” she said smiling as she opened her chest allowing me to lean forward and take in another sniff which was probably not the best idea as I could feel my loins stirring.“Sit down”. And this one I couldn't win, not on my own and not even with their help. My thoughts got back to the training I was given. They did their best during the short time available. The thing I hadn't really understood before was that I had a knack for observing the surroundings and for spoken languages. If I just forget the grammar, I could quite quickly get an idea on how to speak the language.Still, starting to teach mathematics and science in Spanish had been a scary experience. For some reason,. "I'd fire that dumb son of a bitch in a minute if I could find someone to replace him. But a good all round hand is hard to find," was Jim Sorrel's attitude. The good of the farm came first above all else. Also Jim was almost fifty years old and never had much interest in his fat and much younger wife. They had been married ten years and he usually put out the effort to have sex maybe once a month at the most. Sometimes he missed a few months and never thought a thing about it. The farm was his.