Stupid books. Whoosh, the sound of the first one; I cringe and jump. “One, Thank you Sir, May I have another?” The succession is quite rapid, and ...he position varies from the top of my bottom to my mid thighs. He wants to be sure I never forget this punishment. Managing to get all the way to the end without moving much was a feat. All the way to twenty, my bottom is stinging, my thighs are burning. The sit spot is aching like a numbing tingle that is so painful, and there is no way how I can. Let's get this tree moved for you and we can all visit Lancaster's. Doug and I can locate the best seeds and help you set up once you reach Columbus."Betty rearmed herself and returned. "So you didn't hear our broadcasts? We were counting on some advance notice, allowing people to prepare for our arrival."Doug shrugged. "We stopped listening to the radio some time ago as all we received was static. I checked last week and couldn't get anything." That's because we can't spare the people to. She bit at his bottom lip as her hands worked eagerly at his belt. He moved his hand down her side, making her shiver as his fingers found the exposed skin under her shirt. He lifted the hem, sliding his palm up and over the mound of her breast. He felt his pants loosen and fall around his ankles as her own hand quested to touch the flesh of his quickly stiffening cock. He slid his fingers into the lacy border of her bra, finding her nipple and giving it a gentle pinch. A quiet moan escaped her. In the meantime, is there anything I can get you to drink?”“A glass of cabernet for me, please.”“Do you have any Moscato?”“No Miss…?”“Carol will be fine.”“…Miss Carol, but we have an excellent Riesling.”“Riesling will be fine, thank you.”She brought us our drinks and a bit later served us a dinner of Chicken Marsala, baked potato and fresh lima beans in a garlic butter sauce. That was finished off with a fluffy chocolate bread pudding topped with freshly whipped cream. We washed it all down.