Barbara just kept moaning. But George was right, she did like up her asshole. It was big and hard and made her feel so aroused. ‘Now you keep it in ...here until I say you can take it out.’ George commanded. George then took the leash and began leading Barbara toward the backroom. ‘Crawl, bitch,’ he told her not letting her stand. Barbara crawled on hands and knees behind him. Once they entered the back room Barbara saw the third man that she had seen when she entered the store. He was an older. "She gave a small smile and went into her office. I stared at the closing door and thought, 'maybe I have opened a crack in her defences.''Our little chats', as she called them, were nothing more than an exchange of news of what had been happening in our respective departments; more like a team meeting than a tête-à-tête, but beggars can't be choosers, and merely sitting across the table from her in the staff restaurant was an event I looked forward to, and something which would have been. I was hot sweaty and thoroughly fed up.I was half under the car, stripped to the waist trying to change my cam belt when Lord H, swept past in his Bentley. He stopped. Reversed back. "I say Hansen, put a shirt on, you'll frighten the damn horses!"It wasn't the horses, it was his daughter Emma he was worried about. We lived on his estate. My dad worked for him. We lived in one of his cottages. Emma and I were almost the same age, the same school year, I'm six months older. We used to be friends,. Always wash with clear water down in and around the entrance to the vagina. You can dip a finger in if you want, you know, to wash it a little."He pulled one side open and slid a couple of fingers in and ran them everywhere he could, water cascading right on. He went slow to do a proper job. She was pressing her butt crack back against his dick and he was thrusting up and down lightly. It was great fun for both. Neither wanted to stop. She spread her legs a little more and her crotch our a.