He was only nineteen years old but already his whole life had been planned out for him. His pappy had been a farmer and his pappy’s pappy had been a...farmer. His pappy’s pappy’s pappy had been a chicken fiddler but they didn’t like to talk about that. Besides that one anomaly, his family had been in the farming trade for generations. He had hoped to break the chain. He had dreams. He wanted to go to college, get a degree and fuck lots of easy girls. But then his pa lost both his legs in a fight. He lifted his shirttails so he’s better able to see me as I moved my tongue up to the tip of his cock and then took it into my mouth and began to gently suck on it. After a few minutes I pulled my mouth away. I smiled up at him and asked, “Is this helping?”He chuckled and answered in a strained voice, “You know, I think it is!”I put my lips back around the head of his cock and this time I slid them all the way down, taking the head of his cock into my throat. After doing this with Larry. .." She was too indignant to finish the sentence."It's part of your job," he reminded. "Besides," he added with a touch of malice, "you've been showing some distinctly bisexual trends lately."Elizabeth glared at him. "That's not the point," she told him. "The point is that it would be just too embarrassing for all those girls to catch me doing something like... like that." After this little venture, you'll never see these girls again," Frank told her. "Now let's do it like this. You tell the. More, the position in which Fran was placed, physically and emotionally, gave her cause to sweat. Fran Carleton was leaning forward on an old oak desk, her hands stretched out to reach the far side, her 38 inch C Cup breasts flattened on the desk surface, her hips up thrust, legs spread wide and feet arched upward so her muscles stretched all over as she balanced on her tip-toes. Fran Carleton strained in the traditional physical position for getting the cane often seen on Spanking Web.