I need some help or I might get pretty sick. Do you have your phone?" She nodded. "Good, can you call my wife and tell her what's happened?"She nodded...again and started looking in the bag she had carried in and dropped at her side. Then she stopped and turned back to me. I had been staring between her legs again, and just managed to focus on her face before she looked up from her purse."Mr. Black, I remember from health class that you're supposed to give first aid to people having a heat. It drew a smile from her, shy and yet full of hunger as I heard her voice for the first time. It fit her, I thought. Soft and almost innocent, at odds with her actions."Do you like watching me? Do you want to see more?" she asked, and I nodded, somehow getting the words out that any other red blooded male would have in my position."Show me your cunt, baby."Her giggle was as shy as her voice, drawing my attention once again to her face. Her eyes were no longer hidden behind lashes, nor did she. This wasn't in the plan. Not that I had a plan to begin with. I turned back to look at Heather as did everyone sat around the table. "Have you decided what you're going to do, Miss. Macallister?"She raised her chin. Her face was turned fully towards mine. "You can call me Heather, Mr. Sloane," she smiled, "Remember?"***Work was there in front of me but my mind was elsewhere.I turned in my chair and stared out of my office window as the tenth floor continued to do what the tenth floor does. One. She screamed, dropped the mail, and turned to run. Before she could barely turn, Luther was on her. She fought, kicked and bit, but in no time Oscar and Luther had her restrained and carrying her back to the barn. With every kick or thrashing about, she exposed more of her naked body under her work clothes. Luther could feel his cock growing stiff and Oscar was just grunting and drooling, wide-eyed. He’d never uttered a single word in his life.They reached the barn and Luther kicked open the.