Emily asked, “Are you ok Lisa?” Lisa quickly nodded in assurance of a secure demeanor. She had better just let me do what I was going to do. Wh...t I was doing was completely pleasuring her under the desk. I wish I could have had a camera recording Lisa’s face while Emily was trying to be serious. Each one of Lisa’s toes acted like tiny erotic sensors sending pulses to her clitoris every time I suckled her last two digits. If my face were clothed in her thighs I would be able to taste its. I tried to push him off me but as I movedmy hands to push, it left my boobs as open target for the other boy. He attackedthem mercilessly. He pinched my nipple till I thought he was going to rip themoff. The boy in my mouth moved again. I was thinking in my head what to sayto get out of this situation. I figured a dignified response like, "OK. Enough'senough. I don't want to do this. Leave me alone, right now!" As the other boyshifted, I had my opportunity but all I could get out of my mouth. I bite my lip to hide my smile. If he knows I like it so much, he won’t do it anymore to punish me. “Stop cleaning and stand.”I obey and stand before him. My small frame isn’t comparable to his towering one. I look up at him and I can see the barely controlled desire in his eyes. Give in to me, Sir. I know you want to.He points to the bed and I go stand by it. He turns me so I’m facing it and bends me over it. Sir knows I love this position. Maybe I’m getting rewarded? He rubs his finger in. He could have had a high profile high paying job…he’s that smart, but instead he worked out of our apartment so that he could take care of me and be there for me. It was just me and dad for a long time and we were happy. Oh sure when I started school I had a lot of friends and everything, but at home it was me and dad and we both loved it that way. Because of the small apartment we lived in when I was growing up my bed was in the same room as my dad’s. It had been the same when we lived with.