I saw the muscles in his back play under his silky, tan skin and then it glistened when the sun hit it. He was waiting for the stoplight. I quickly pa...d off and walked outside, trying my best to hide my hard-on. I knew I was doing something weird but I couldn't stop myself, and don't think I would have wanted to at this point. I wasn't sure what I was going to do anyway! I walked up next to him. He glanced at me, nodded as if to say "hi" and quickly looked me up and down. I was impressed by how. Thecorrect answer is, 'I will be a good girl, Mistress Dyvia.'"He took a moment... evaluating his circumstances and his shouldersslackened. "I will be good... Mistress Dyvia." Not good enough? I said as I flicked his dick again. "Try again? I cando this all day, I'm not flicking you that hard."He paused again, letting him double over in pain as he weighed hisoptions... this was difficult for him, it challenged the man heperceived himself to be. But as my hand moved toward his penis again."I. The events that followed should have put anyone off this life style for, well ... life. Seeds didn't germinate, and when they did a herd of steers broke into the garden and trampled everything. When that didn't happen drought reduced the water level in the well so that there was no water. Rats seemed to have free access through the floor spaces into all areas of the house. They'd probably been doing that for a thousand years or more so why stop just because we moved in? And by golly they do. I looked around to make sure no one could see as I didn’t want to get caught with jail bait. I thanked her and told her she had better pull her top up but insisted that she wouldn’t until I touched them. Reluctantly, I reached over and cupped one of her titties in my hand. It was firm and just did fill my palm. My pecker got hard and Amber noticed. She asked if I wanted to her give me a blowjob and I said that wouldn’t be right and that we really needed to get going, so I drove her home. Her.