Above it there was an open clothes bar for my handing things. My thermal gear was kept in a big box by the galley door.I replaced the lightweight tee ...ith one almost like it. It was warm without being uncomfortable. My panties were just a pair of my bikini cotton ones. I replaced the same jeans I had worn to Church Camp. Jeans I wore two days unless I spilled something. I did put on a clean sweatshirt over the thermal tee.So I was dressed and ready to study Roland Gillispee again. I spent the. . until he saw his slave spreading herself on her workbench, the need in her eyes very plain."I was hoping to discuss business with her, but she seemed a little distracted," said Ken.Gary, to his absolute amazement, felt his body begin to respond and his mood shift. "She's been a bit insatiable since last night," he noted."Well, I'd like to have her undivided attention," said Ken twirling the bar through her clit hood so that the roughened end rasped across Annette's swelling organ. She drew in. In fact I think that was the last time we had tried and enjoyed regular anal intercourse; though that was not always mentioned in the fine print of the baby manual. The doggy-style position took on a new meaning with an actual dog in the house, trying to lick your butt or your face while engaged in some serious action. Anyway, things had moved on a long way since then, and it took just a few more glasses of wine to overcome some of the taboos which were left. One such evening after. ”“You won’t be sitting around,” I said truthfully, “and you can ‘tend to your clients’ from here just as easily. A phone call is a phone call.”“Yeah. Got me there,” she sighed. “You know that I hate that part of a country with all my allergies.”“I promise you if you have any kind of allergic reaction I will let you leave that day,” I said, already looking at the laptop and adjusting her allergic level to next to nothing. That wouldn’t be her only adjustments, of course.“ ... I will be there.