At this stage I just wanted her to lock her lips around my cock and suck my balls empty of every drop.There is a reason why they call it a fantasy bec...ause I knew from what my mum had said about her and dad’s sex that there was no mouth involved.She stood up, grabbed my cock with a firm yet soft grip and began slowly stroking the foreskin. I decided to grab her breasts that were currently hidden under her tee shirt but constrained by her bra under the tee shirt.I was not getting the full. ”“Okay then,” she replied, getting that business tone back in her voice. She unhooked the suspenders and let her panties drop all the way down and off. Turning around, she bent back over the desk and spread her legs wide.“Let me clarify, Lisa. Blowjobs and pussy. What makes this good is that I get to spank your ass, as hard as I want, and you have to take it.”I thought that I could see the mental calculation that I hoped she was doing. “So, this is about hurting my ass?” I nodded, assuming that. In fact, why don't we start there?" Her tone changed as she addressed the waiting man, the bait from the bench. "Get her dressed properly."The slut, a man in his 30's, acted quickly to obey. He held a gleaming pair of scissors ready in his hands and with them he cut and tore away Simone's tank top. The scissors also made quick work of the brassiere, cutting it to ribbons on the floor, and leaving her breasts exposed - rising and falling visibly with each angry breath she took.Simone's skirt. Passing Pender’s house, to my astonishment she was standing at the door. I went up to her. “Oh!” said she, “Fender will be home, I expect him every minute.” She could hear his footsteps a mile off, but she would not let me into the house.Opposite to Pender’s was also a field-gate, I persuaded her to come out and stand there with me; the hedge hid anyone coming along the lane. “At the first sound of a footstep”, said I, “I will go into the field, and you can cross to your house.” I was longing.