She’s the new seasonal maintenance tech. She has the equipment repaired, so you’re in luck. We’ll take three tractors out to the line. You can h...ve two of them and we’ll tow the broken one back with the third,” Ski told the other man, before turning to me.“This is Smitty. He’s one of the line supervisors,” he told me, before adding, “Let’s go.”We fired up three of the tractors in maintenance and followed Smitty out to the line where the broken tractor was. There were two men waiting there when. Okay?”Instead of replying, she held him close and whispered, “I adore you, Steven Sloan. That’s why I’m shaking. I’ve never been so scared in my entire life. I so desperately want you to like me ... Or at least accept me ... Steve, please let me stay here with you! Please don’t send me away. I’ll do absolutely anything you want me to if you’ll only let me stay.” Then she hugged him and proceeded to cry with hopeless-sounding cries.“Did my slave indicate that there were ... appetizers? Did she?”. His mouth immediatly sucked my nipples and my back arched into him. I had never been so turned on! My nipples were on fire and my cunt could not get any hotter. I turned and put my legs on either side of him and pushed my wetness into his hard crotch. He ground himself into me then reached down and pulled the material aside so he could finally touch me. His fingers ran over my hair, running through it, around my clit, not quite touching it, slipping into me for a second then withdrawing as I. She was hunching as I felt her tits, and I’m sure I could have taken her back to our suite and we would have both enjoyed trying to make a baby. I didn’t because she’d just admitted what she really wanted, and I knew somebody else was better at dominating her, providing her more pleasure, and thrilling her with the danger of pregnancy-risk sex. She was anxious to submit to that somebody better than I at it.I’m sure the next words from my mouth had nothing to do with brain function, “Let’s go.