. They worked in a canned fruit factory where they had to fill the unsealed cans with an exact weight of slimy orange and grapefruit slices. They work...d in an arms factory where it didn’t escape Buttercup at all of the irony of a Buggery woman assembling munitions which would be used on her own compatriots. However, wherever they worked, Buttercup was not the ideal factory worker, although she steadily became inured to the tedium and became better at the repetitive tasks demanded of them.. I knew I had a savage tanand beamed proudly. She leaned forward, resting herelbows on her knees. “Take your shirt off. Let me see your tan allover,” she said in a hushed, wicked tone. I shook my head shyly and continued to stare ather clogs. “Come on. What’s the big deal?” she asked asshe stood up. I’ve seen you in your speedos at the pool.Pretend we’re at the pool. I dare you to take off yousneakers and T-shirt.” I continued to stare dumbly. He’d have me sit right on his lap and fuck him right out in the open. He loved when people would comment when they’d walk by. He even loved when they just sat there and watched. I often wondered, if one of the voyeurs asked to join in, if he’d allow that.My husband was a sex addict and demanded we have sex three times a day. Our lovemaking sessions were always at least one hour long with not a lot of oral sex for me, but lots for him. He always wanted blow jobs and would always instruct how he. Kay. Please, put it back on me." I can do that. But I don't want you fussing about putting it on andtaking it off and back and forth. So we need to agree on how long youstay locked before I even think about letting your dick see the light ofday again. How long would be long enough? Three days? A week?" "Not awhole week." "Okay. Ten days? Two weeks?" "N... no. I meant LESSthan a week." "You said 'not a whole week', so I moved on to the nextnumber of days. I was increasing it each.