Tate knew that he could not let the terms slip out because the sexualelements to it would likely result in them both being fired. Tatewondered how he...could explain what he stood to gain without thatmotivation however.Tate pulled into the parking lot that was less than a fifth full andparked his car. Tate took a few deep breaths before he saw Amber's caralready parked in the lot. Tate nodded to himself as he worked up thecourage to open his car door, knowing that Amber was already. Sometimes, being head of security was a real bitch. But after more than five hours of pouring over surveillance footage, he had finally found the proverbial smoking gun.As he stood and stretched, the man known as Max the Enforcer looked around the small, windowless room. He liked the isolation the bunkhouse command center offered. His own personal fortress of solitude, complete with shag carpet. Only the glow of two computer monitors and a bank of telephones kept him company. The small army. Well I was jumping around trying to get something to cover my self up with and the only thing I could do was cup my hand over my now going soft dick and waving my hand at her to get out of my room. Well instead of her leaving, she comes in and turns and locks the door behind her and walks over to the bottom of my bed, looking at my hand covering my dick. At the time I could not utter one word out of my mouth. She started up on to my bed, and finely I tell her to get out of my room or I would. “I told you they were meant for each other.”“Yeah, I know, I should have listened to you,” he replied. “It’s about time,” he chuckled.The tractor had barely stopped moving when Billy and Sally jumped off. Sally grabbed Billy’s hand and led him to her truck. She opened the cooler and grabbed two beers, handing one to Billy. They jumped up on the tailgate and opened their beers. After both took a very long swig of their beers, Sally spoke. “Billy, today was amazing, thanks for your help,”.