Ifwe’re friends now, we should get to know each other better, right? Whatabout it?”That didn’t sound like a bad idea, al all! I was a little tir...d of spendingall that time at home alone anyway, besides Sarita looked and smelled sooooogood.“Sure,” I said. “I can do my homework later. It isn’t much.”“Great,” Sarita said. “Why don’t you go sit on the sofa, and I’ll get us acouple of Cokes, that is… unless you would like a beer?”“Um, yeah,” I said, trying to sound mature “… a beer is fine.” I. They accepted the offer and spent a few minutes talking to the foreman about employment prospects in the area. They left with thanks for the hospitality when the foreman said that he knew of nothing.They went back toward town, as a trip to the Circle M timed to arrive at supper would be awkward, since they might be invited to sleep in the bunkhouse that night. A refusal of that hospitality would have blown their cover, since Jack could hardly undress in front of all those men without giving. She wore another of my presents, a silky pajama set with roomy shorts and a brief vest that fastened at the front with a single loop and button. It was forest green, her favorite color, and she had loved it the minute she opened it. As she stretched and changed positions, the button came undone, exposing her nipples and much of the ivory domes of firm flesh beneath them. I couldn't help imagining Michael's hands on them. She gathered the sides together and buttoned it again, but not before she. ”“Kelly, don’t judge her on this. It is obvious she has had a need for sexual adventure, even while married. Tell me this, Kelly, if Lori asked you to submit to her the way I have, would you?”“No.” There was no hesitation in her voice, no indecision in the tone of her voice.“Why, Kelly, would you NOT submit to Lori the way you have to me?”“You made me feel at ease, safe, like I SHOULD submit to you fully and completely. Whenever we’ve played, I didn’t mind her controlling some of our activity,.