Chapter 74
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Spread your legs
You spread your feet a little. “More,” Mr. Franklin says softly but firmly, and guides your left foot outward with his shoe, until your feet are planted about three feet apart.
His hand, still resting on your pubic mound, slides down over your labia, parts them, and fondles your clitoris. You grunt, and bend forward slightly - God, it's so sensitive - but he pushes you upright with his other hand. His fingers find your vaginal canal and slide into you.
He's got two fingers inside you now, and he pulls his hand up with his finger bent, acting like a kind of hook. It's the strangest feeling in the world, like being a puppet, as he pulls you forward with his hand, you walking crablike, your legs still spread wide, as he leads you to the couch.
He sits down on the couch in front of you. “Lie on my lap, miss,” he says.