Not if I can help it. Do you remember, John, how saidyou would 'do whatever it takes' to work here at The Women's Place?"When Ms. Jennifer called me J...hn again, after being Beth for so long, itfelt weird and it also felt offensive to me. NO, I thought, I have Earnedthe right to be Beth and that is who I am going to be. (I kind ofsurprised myself at having confidence in who I was, that is not somethingI've really ever had or felt)."Yes I remember Ma'am, I will do whatever it takes to work here. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I held her in a bear-hug. Then suddenly her hands dropped and she began to feel around my middle like she was squeezing bread.I pushed her away and made a grab for her hands. "What the hell are you doing?" Haven't been getting out much, Master?" Her wicked grin looked maliciously playful. I wondered if she was working up to a punishment, which I knew she sometimes enjoyed if properly administered. Marnie laughed as I made a pained look, all in jest, as. Lara’s tits bounced like two basketballs in the spandex and Pat’s round ass looked fantastic rolling with her hips. Now my cock was hard, “FUCK!” I swore as I shut the door. My phone rang, I pulled it off the front seat, it was my wife, “hey babe, yeah I got here okay but, oh you know, left it by the back door. Shit, well I will just come home for the suitcase.” “Oh don’t do that, I will run it down to the parcel service, it will be there tomorrow, you may just need to go commando in bed, you. ”“That must have been hard,” I said.“It was but I have a feeling that’s why I like older men.” She looked at me. “Always have.” She laughed. “Anyway, after he died, mom got a lot of insurance, so we were able to keep the farm. We hired a manager. My mom was a great gardener and that’s where I learned. I love gardening.”Kate looked at me while she was talking. She was on her knees then turned and leaned forward, reaching to the spinach on the other side of the bed and started thinning. Her cut.