“Hi, Brittany, did you have a hard day at the office? Why don’t you relax and let me help you take off those clothes.” Brittany takes off her bl...use and lays it on the bed and takes off her bra. “Do you like it when I touch your breasts? You have such awesome breasts. Even better than Erin’s.” Brittany’s unzipping her skirt when she stops and looks out the bedroom into the other room. (She hears knocking on her door, but we don’t know that.) “What’s wrong, Britt?” Brittany zips the skirt back. When I turned to leave, Sheila’s hand grabbed my shirt sleeve. “Not so fast. I’m still on duty, and so are you. There is a meeting we must attend. Follow me,” she instructed as she led me to a small conference room at the rear of the amphitheater.When we entered the meeting room, we found four of the five women from the executive committee already seated in the padded leather chairs around the conference table. Martha, my boss from the kitchen, played bartender, and filled glass goblets with. Warna tumhare dono hath busy ho jate. Wo bhi jor se hans padi. Maine kaha thoda ruko tumhare liya aasani kar deta hun. Fir maine gadi side me roki aur apna bag khola aou usme se apna barmuda nikala aur saide me aake pent utar kar use pahan liya. Wo muskurane lagi. Main wapas gadi me baith ke drive karne laga.jaise hi gadi rawana hui usne apna seet belt khol diya aur apna ek hath mere land pe rakh diya. Aur mujhe tirchhi najron se dekhte hue sahlane lagi. Ab mera underwear chhota padne lag gaya. Casey pulls her closer and bends over to kiss her neck. He is so engrossed in the teenager that he fails to notice the presence behind him.Hands caress his back before encircling his ass with a firm grasp that is nothing like Jessica’s. Confused, Casey stammers, “I ... um...”“Don’t you worry thare, pardner,” Bart’s gruff voice interrupts. “Me and ol’ little Rosemary will take good care of ya.”Rosemary nods in confirmation of the ranch hand’s words and gives Casey a sensual smile. Bart’s strong.