I’ve, you know, put my fingertip in there. It’s very small and tight.”“You will stretch. Remember that is where babies emerge.”She nodded an...d wrinkled her brow. Then she held my cock gently with her left hand. “What makes it work, make your seed come out?”“Friction,” I said. “Rubbing back and forth.”“You mean if I,” and she stroked down firmly, “if I did this some more, it might, what’s the word?”“Ejaculate,” I said. “Probably.”“Tell me about condoms,” she said and our discussion went on for a. I bring with me each day his catered lunch and serve it to him privately. When he finishes eating, he fucks me again.Typically, he opens my shirt and bits my chest in a hundred places before twisting my nipples as if he's trying to remove them. Since I don't own any underwear, it is easy for him to push his hand inside my pants and grab my cock.I'm almost always dripping by then and his hand makes me gasp. I can't come, of course; I would never be able to get the stain out of the suits I wear.. "Go and suck James' dick", John said. "And make sure you make him feel good. Do your very best." The girl, being so hot and popular, normally wouldn't deign to look at or talk to James, much less do anything sexual with him. But now, manipulated by John's power, she happily got up and knelt before James. She freed his dick and eagerly began sucking it. "Mr. Meyers, you are the best", James said and John had to agree. He was pretty amazing. John focused back on Ellie, who couldn't quite manage. Peggy Savage was seventeen and in the eleventh grade. She had her own car which she drove to school, and she wasn't against letting it be known that she liked her pleasure and took it whenever and wherever she wanted it. Pleasure to her meant sex and she was always getting little digs in about Betty's sex life, or lack of sex life.Peggy had quizzed Betty about masturbation and Betty hadn't admitted or denied anything. She'd also asked quite a few questions about Rod, but had seemed to have.