The first outfit consisted of a short skirt split up the side to the hip and a halter-top that tied around the neck. There sure was not much to the ...lothes and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I could not believe how hot I looked and how transparent the cloth was. I could not find any panties that went with the Monday clothes, and my panty line stood out. Taking another look in the mirror, I realized the outfit had to be worn without panties. Well, if some uneducated dimbo secretary. Then her breathing quickened, as she began to moan. He used one hand to hold one leg open while another reached up and began to squeeze and caress her breasts. Her hips began lifting up and down as I listened to the wet lapping and sucking sounds over the music. It was surreal, I couldn't believe I was watching another man eat her pussy. Hearing her pleasure was so arousing I couldn't help rubbing the bulge in my own pants, being careful not to moan myself.Her moans continued, becoming louder,. But it wasn't long after that she curled up in a miserable ball, missing her brothers and sisters, worrying about them. She listened to Eddie and Wal talking about the farm equipment and their plans, using all sorts of words she didn't know, and it just reminded her how out of her place she was. She was still struggling with the idea of using Wal's first name; he was old enough to be her dad, or even grandad, and he was a land owner at that. She thought how much she was going to have to depend. ’ He was unsure whether or not to call her ‘Your Highness’ or kneel before her. However, something in her demeanor told him that such formalities were unnecessary. ‘I need you to do something very important for me.’ Her voice reminded Patrick of a set of wind chimes softly clinking in a warm breeze. Captivated, Patrick could only bow his head to her. ‘How could I possibly refuse you? What is it that you wish of me?’ Again, she laughed. ‘That, Patrick, is why I chose you – for your devotion to.