All this sweet torture was bringing her closer to orgasm. He realized it. It was all over her face! Her parted lips, her closed eyes, her red cheeks, ...er slightly trembling frame, her squeezing pussy lips and asshole, everything screamed of an incoming orgasm.He slapped her ass cheek again and said, “You dirty bitch! Don’t you dare to come without my permission!”She opened her eyes and looked back at him, pain and pleasure marking her face. “Please…”He spanked her again. “Stop talking!” He. There won't be any." As my dad saidthis he stood up. "But I did find something for you to keepbusy with." What is that?" I asked."You remember my friend Ben Phillips?" he asked."Yeah, he owns that riding stable," I answered."What you didn't know is that the guy who cleans out hisstables is out of town attending a funeral until Monday,"my dad informed me."Why would I be interested in all of this?" I inquired."Simple, starting at the same time school does tomorrow;you will be cleaning out the. After a couple of days, the responses to the pictures were all extremely positive, with a lot of guys commenting, 'I'm not gay, but...'! For future reference, gentlemen, you are looking at another man's cock! It doesn't get much gayer than that! Be honest to yourself, for fuck's sake!After the positive feedback, I posted a few more of myself, with freshly painted toes, clad in lace topped black hold-ups, peeping through open toed kitten heels! I also posted a couple of pics of my made up face. Thursday afternoon and all was well. She opened her bottom drawer and immediately knew that she had been discovered. The small leather book was in its usual place, but something was wrong. She remembered placing her tiniest red thong in there that morning – in preparation for her ‘dress up and blow’ night for Adam the following evening. Looking around, she noticed the thong on the bed and she didn’t have to investigate further to know that it was soaked with cum. Fuck. *** Adam whistled.