I stroked the length of your shaft with one hand, letting the other run over your balls, gently squeezing, as my tongue massaged what little of your c...ock it could manage. You strengthened your grip on my hair as your cock began to shudder. We couldn’t have that. I let you slide out of my mouth as you groaned impatiently and met my eyes once again. I slid down off my perch on the boulder and hitched my dress up around my waist, turning my back to you. Understanding immediately what I wanted, you. By the summer term the poor teacher wore only the shortest of miniskirts whose hems were way above the tops of her stockings. Whenever she bent over (which she did frequently as Vincent barked at her, ?Touch your toes, bitch!?) one could actually see the end of the whip handle sticking out her now thoroughly trained anus. Her tops by this stage were just thin spandex tubes with the words ?whore?, ?slut? or ?bitch? in bright lettering. If Vincent felt that his plaything had not been cooperative. I made my wish again, then I blew the candles out. I say again, because I’d already made this wish many times. I cut the first slice of cake, then a waiter came over and took over the job of cutting and plating, and several other waiters passed the cake out to the guests. Without even remembering I’d told Freddie, he’d had my favorite cake made. It was a white cake with strawberry filling and chocolate frosting. The cake was bordered with sliced strawberries. It was to die for. Freddie was. While we were waiting Frank explained what he needed. He came prepared; he had a list from his people.Then Eric spoke up, "The Island Airport investigation is coming to an end; it is going before a judge in 10 days. The county airport is going to lose the emergency assignment," then he continued."We need an airport in this area for emergencies - your airport, even being private; will more than meet the requirements with some changes. You would receive annual DHS grants to help maintain.