I started making bread, chutney and jam and started to become a real farmer’s wife.We made love twice a week. A far cry from the fifteen times on a ...eekend when I visited him or he visited me. Most of that was my doing though. I just loved sex. He loved lovemaking.Tender kisses and slow sensual sex is alright. A woman needs that now and then, but not all the time. Not when you crave a good hard fucking from behind. He never spanked me. Well, that’s not entirely true, he did spank when I asked. And of course you will be working very closely with me." Wendy smiled as she said the last part knowing full well what that meant."Of course, mam I will do my best to please you." She let the double meaning of that statement pass without further remark."Excellent. Then I recommend you go home, change into office attire and return here forth-with." Yes mam." Wendy replied, then got up and left. Not seeing the woman's smile as she reviewed some papers absently.Wendy returned about an hour and. After selecting her dress, she slips it over her shoulders and pulls her hair free, letting it cascade down her back.She applies her smoky make-up and asks how she looks. From my position on the floor I take her in; black stiletto heels, the arch of her delicate foot showing slightly. A gold ankle bracelet struggles under the stockings, the key she keeps shining in the lamplight. The dress fits snugly, caressing her sensuous, fleshly bottom and climbing in a delightful curve, up her spine and. If I don’t get those beans on to cook, lunch is going to be late.”Phillip made sure there was plenty of wood the right size nearby so keeping the coals going wouldn’t be a problem for her. He straightened up the campsite and swept the area as clean as he could with a brush top.They had found no signs of campers or hikers, and both wondered how long it had been since someone had visited this area. They walked around for a short while, but with the beans cooking, they couldn’t be gone too long..