"I assured her that I was honored that she had called me, and that I hopedto be of service. God, how trite I sounded. I was falling into thesubmissive...role-play that I was so comfortable with, when I truly wantedto connect with her in a real way. By this I mean that I wanted nothingmore than to be useful and helpful and unselfish, and to make her staypleasant and graceful and effortless on her part. If I could do my workwithout ever speaking or being seen, I would, as long as she was cared. Smith's mare was in heat.Dropping his tools, John sat on a wooden bench, releasing his hardening dick from his breaches. The purple head glistened with pre cum, and he began to stroke the pulsing rod, imaging Clara naked and on her knees in front of him. In his imagination, Clara's lips wrapped around his cockhead, sucking and licking his growing manhood. The mare sensed his growing need, panting and stomping in her stall. John had never considered fucking the mare, but his need was growing. Eventually I heard Kathleen say, "Come on Janet get off him before you suffocate him" and Janet swung herself off me, still clutching my ball sac. "Drag him over to the wardrobe, so I can steady myself I can't wait to mark his chest". I went to protest but Janet immediatly silenced me by viciously twisting and squeezing my balls. "Aaarg", I grunted as Janet giggled, "Oh you are so right Kathleen it is really easy to hurt these".Janet let go of my aching ball sac and grabbing both my legs easily. "he prompted and then paused.Lois picked up the cue. "But I need to decide if I will come back hereoften, or could this be the only time I will ever see it?" After ashort pause, she added, "Assuming I get the job, of course." From what Melissa tells me, you need to be prepared for that to happen.When Melissa says something like that ... well, I'd be willing to putmoney on it. It's like betting with the house." I know. I got that sense from Melissa, too. Even though she warned meit's not.