He said I did a good job."I pondered the incident a few moments. "Pyx, you had a panic attack. Paul put you in a situation you were not ready to handl...."You are a natural follower. Give you some instructions, and you will follow them to the letter."What you are not, is a leader, and Paul put you in a situation where you had to tell other people what to do."This seemed to comfort Pyx. "That makes sense."But what do I do the next time?"I thought for a second. "Well, I will talk to Paul, tomorrow,. It’s not like swallow or leg breaker work. Much more constant, much longer term. It also meant he had a better idea of just what we were doing and who we really were.Still, we barely talked at all. Only about the job underway, the steps that needed to be done.He got to the point that we trusted him to drive the van, make the brush passes, and service dead drops. He cleaned up, almost too much. Over time it was harder and harder to tell the “leveraged asset” from the trained professionals.It was. Rod got very excited while listening to Betty's tale. He did pretend more interest in Kathy than he did in the girls fucking the horses, but he decided that he'd like to see the action with the animals at the first opportunity.Their parents didn't have a swap session that evening, so they were both a little frustrated. Rod had been getting plenty of sex, but he got a hard-on after going to bed that night that just wouldn't go down. He finally went to the bathroom and beat off. Betty told him. This kiss is primal, it is seeking, and it is fire. My hands behind your head give you little option but to comply, like you would fight it anyway. Your hands roam my back and settle on my ass. You grasp it tightly and pull me closer. I can feel your hard cock rising beneath your pants. I rub against it and you groan. I laugh and sit back a bit. You take the opportunity to unbutton the skimpy top I am wearing. You then bury your face between my boobs and begin to kiss them. I push your head.