I still managed to avoid masturbating, though Iplayed with my breasts some. Pilcher's ideal woman was so ridiculouslyproportioned, I was going to hav... back pain within a few years; I mightas well get some enjoyment out of them while I could.It was evening when Pilcher returned. I went up to the inner vestibulewhen the chime rang and turned on the camera and intercom. Pilcher wasthere with a glass and a snide smile. "Come on, Timson, you knowthe drill."I opened the inner door, but hid behind. " I'd also enjoy firing you Sandra. If that's what you want, so be it. Don't bother showing up at work Monday. I already have someone in mind to replace you."I quickly tried to re-think my position. My pride was going to get me fired. How was I going to pay my mortgage on my condo. How was I going to make payments on my BMW. She was so matter of fact, never leaving me any wiggle room.She must have picked up on my hesitation, leaning forward in the tub to expose her back. Shamefully, I reached. "Hey, look at you, nice body!" I smiled as hot flashes rushed through me "What's your nra size, 32A? Guess your boy friend loves those, come on, lets go"She was still smiling as we went outside and I hadn't recovered from her remarks. "This is one of those things you have to see to believe, know what I mean Connie?"As soon as we went in the barn, the aroma of the barn was something I never smelled before and to this day, I still don't find it offensive. "Down here Connie" Lynda squealed "take. Then I stepped over the old drunk and pulled my pantyhose down and sat on his lap. This way I could see if anyone came snooping around and could also control the action.I grabbed his smelly old boner and pushed the purple head against my dripping slit. Then I wiggled my ass on him and massaged his stiff prick into my slit. As he sank into me he groaned drunkenly and sat upright, hugging me from behind.Here I was allowing some homeless derelict to stick his unprotected dick into me. My mind was.