Just have to get these horses branded, and we'll be off in the morning. Decide about you then, eh." He smiled, turned on his heel and stalked off.A fe... minutes later I saw branding irons going into the cookfire. I watched with interest as they branded the horses, perhaps eight or ten, and then let the squealing animals gallop back into their enclosure. The men had found something to drink by then, apple brandy from the smell of it, and when they were finished with the horses, it was my turn.. .. well, we were both absolute shit at it, but we went once a month or so anyway and laughed at ourselves.For the next few years, theoretically everything was perfect. I got promoted and we bought a nice little house. Jane changed jobs within the firm, but for a long time we couldn't seem to get to work in the same department. Then suddenly - and completely out of the blue - I was offered a position in the same department as Jane. I took it, although it cost me a little seniority.Regretfully,. By the time the guy asked her to get undressed I had to stop. I was so turned on I was considering masturbating in my daughter's room. Between the pot and listening to this girl describe her sexual history and fantasies I was wetter than I’d been in ages. “Focus on the task at hand.” I chided myself. Her history was where I looked next. There were links to a half dozen other porn videos she looked at before finishing with the casting one. The previous few were casting videos as well but one. ‘And I will take care of your bill for dinner.’ ‘That’s not necessary.’ The officer blinked in surprise. ‘I insist. It’s the least I can do.’ I moved behind Dahlia’s chair and held it. ‘Come, my lady. We should leave these good people to return to their dinners.’ ‘Why should we leave just because Martin is an immature spoiled brat?’ Dahlia asked. The inner light gracing her eyes was different this time. Harder. I could see that she had the legendary temperament of the redhead stereotype in.