“Should I accompany you?” she asked amicably.Carolina eyed her sceptically. “Depends on what you’re up for,” she replied.It was an old game ...hat unfolded between the two, and Andressa knew what her boss was getting at. Of course, Carolina wanted to be joined, but at the same time she wanted to get the impression that Andressa had the same urges as herself. The assistant, on the other hand, liked it better to get told – no, ordered – what to do, and felt uneasy just openly admitting her. During the following week both women were more than keen to revisit the farm. Victor was more than happy to contact Frank. He said Saturday was fully booked. He didn’t usually had “guests” on a Sunday but he would accommodate Victor and his women as a special favour. Victor wondered if the chance to fuck either Rhonda or Ann was the reason. Nevertheless he was happy to say yes and both Rhonda and Ann were very excited when he told them the news. The week was spent talking about what they would. I lay there in a set of disbelief and trepidation or what seemed like an hour not making any noise especially when I heard the voices of the two gardeners outside the window. Finally he came back. My arms were so sore ,my wrists in pain from the handcuffs, my neck and back stinging and cum was slowly leaking from my used and sore butt, dribbling down my inner thigh. He then took off the handcuffs, and the gag but left the blindfold on me. He held me in his arms firmly and whispered. “Now I'm. I remembered how crazy it used to drive your brother, so I decided it would be fitting for this trip. I quickly slipped into it before grabbing the giant shirt that accompanies it so well once it’s lying on the beach and not on me. But damn, was I ever excited to show off what I have in hopes of landing a good lay on the first night there. “Wait, so you had a dream that this guy was fucking you in your hotel room?” Chelsie asked, once again interrupting my story. “Yeah! And it was completely.