One day one of my classmates talked to me of being a paper boy. The suggestion was great, I could distribute newspaper to some houses in my surroundin... vicinity and net some money every week as pocket money. Mom did not like the idea but dad backed me up fully. He said, it would make me a good boy by learning to appreciate the responsibility. It will also make me early riser by accepting the call of duty and liability. It took some time but then I had my own paper route. I would wake up early. Mistress got between my legs and pushes in the squirty strappy inside my wet pussy, I was scared but excited at the same. I did’nt think it was possible that I could cum harder than I had before from all the hard sex and torture, but the possibility excited me a lot. The strappy was still very big and it stretched my pussy, good thing I was dripping. Mistress pumped it inside me steadily, going in deep and grinding it inside me. This had the effect of the bulbous head rubbing hard on my g-spot. I fixed food, bathed and went to bed.Tuesday/Wednesday disappeared like the weekend, nothing to show for effort. Thursday I arose lethargic and late but hopeful I might pick up an idea in class. As was my want I arrived first and took my place. They all arrived in a very short space of time including Teacher. She launched straight into the lesson and gave us no time to ask any questions or talk among ourselves. Looking back she had obviously used this ploy before. As we were virtually ready to. I took a look at her breasts as her bra fell to the carpet of her bedroom. They looked perfect to me, partly because i had never seen a girl’s breast before. She held my hand and beckoned me to touch them. I grasped her left breast, felling the softness and the tenderness of her skin. She instructed me to massage them. I rubbed her two breasts with my both hands, it was quite fun. Jessica then asked me to kiss her nipples and promised me i would like it. I stared at her nipples for a moment.