My father was different. He thought a growing boy should learn about sex by having sex with lots of girls, just like he had. He also had a young girlf...iend, something I'm sure my mother knew. Their marriage was nearing it's end during those months. Patti was allowed to go to school in my car but was expected to return right after classes, giving us no time to fool around, and she had almost no friends that she could have "sleepovers" with to provide us with private time. She was allowed to. ..you would have wanted to suck my fingers and taste her long before I'd be allowed to...but you weren't there Master...maybe you'll punish me for tasting her...maybe you won't...but it was worth it...after I tasted her I knew I wanted to do more, make her reach climax and cum in my mouth...I was reminded of your instructions, like an order flashing across my mind...to lick her pussy...so I did.I lapped at her clit whilst she lay on her back in front of the dying fire...I carried on pumping my. He steps in introducing himself. “Good evening sir I'm Paul Atkins, now how can I help you tonight.” His voice is filled with confident enthusiasm as he offers to shake James hand, but eyes Vanessa as she stands beside a jet black car seriously absorbing its window sticker information. James shakes the twenty something salesman's hand. “Well actually,” he replies. “It's my daughter Vanessa who needs your help. I'm just the money man in this situation.” Hearing his reply Vanessa turns finding. Her husband had a lot of begging to do before she consented to the training. It would probably be the last time he begged for anything. Even then she resisted, and had the thin, straight line scars on her butt to prove it. They had had to break her will. They had to change her mind about everything she learned about husband/wife relationships that she had been taught by her parents and the society she used to live in. She had to learn what her husband and this town's morals expected of her.She.