But...” I put my index finger to his mouth and said, “Shh. Your lips are saying one thing, but your eyes are telling me the truth. You want this a...s much as I do.”He protested again, so I shushed him once more.“Dad, remember, I’m a grown woman. It’s not a joke. This is what I want. I think you want it too, so stop fighting it. You need to fuck me as many times as possible before I have to go back to school, starting now.”I drew him closer with one hand. The other reached into his pants to cradle. “My queendom. You do not fornicate in here without my permission. Is that understood?”“Yes, Mrs. Spartan,” the three of us chorused.“You do not so much as suck a dick in my class unless you beg me!” SMACK!Izolde gasped. Her head arched up from the stinging sound that echoed throughout the classroom.“You do not lick a dick no matter how big it is in my classroom unless you fall to your knees and plead with me!” hissed Mrs. Spartan. SMACK!Brenda yelped and then gasped, “Yes, Mrs. Spartan.”“You. I looked at her and said if she needed money I would have helped her. I told that if she helped me I would help her. She said she would help me. I grabbed her by the hand and took her to the bedroom. She asked why we were here. I told her she needed to help me get relief.She did not understand at first. I told that my wife sucks my cock every day and for it I giver her money. A light went on in her head and she said "like when mommy sucks on the owners penis when the rent is due" Smart girl. . Of course, he was dead before he hit the ground. When nine .33 caliber bullets hit you like that, your body is going to shut down, no matter what other opinion you might have on the subject.I dismounted and recovered the empty shell. I had decided that there was a good chance that I would have to reload my own shells, and I wanted to hang on to the the plastic shells as long as I could. Metallic cartridges were available in 12-gauge at this time, but I was not certain that they would fit my.