Knowing that she needs her arousal to pass some thresholdbefore it will activate, she begins to fantasize. She thinks ofwhat it will be like to share...an office with Cheryl. She imagines aday where she will show up early in the morning. She imagines shewill be wearing her tight black skirt with no panties. She imaginesthat Cheryl has had her permanently remove all of her pussy hair, sothat she is completely naked. She imagines that she will be wearingher commuter butt plug, a small butt. "Michael Stewart, take that back, I can cook quite fine thank you very much!" she stated mock angrily."So why did I have to take over last night? You were just about to burn the pasta and the sauce, that's why." I retorted with a grin."Humph, you couldn't take your hands off of me and got me all distracted" she claimed. "He does have good hands Steph, but I'll try and protect you from them when he's around." The beast! You poor thing, I had better come over and help you survive his mauling" she. The thrusting increased, every gallop sending shivers up her back, sending him deeper into her. She bit down on his shoulder as an orgasm consumed her. Finally they arrived at his farm, and managed to make it to the bed before completely tearing into each other. ‘We forgot our clothes at the waterfall.’ He managed to sputter out once her lips finally left his own. ‘That’s ok, we’ll get them later, the only thing I care about right now is having you.’ Slowly she worked her way down his chest,. A group of ten took off at a trot, rushing ahead while she held back. The crew by the gate held their breath, their fingers twitching. The group approached, once again in surprisingly good health for those long dead. Everyone watched as they neared the first bowl. Each bent, sipping a handful of the blood, before standing and trotting back, wiping their crimson drool from their lips. It was a short, effective process. When they were all on their way back, Leza signaled the next crew, who headed.