Lowering her gently to the floor, he stretches out beside her. His hands continue to roam over her flesh, and she moans softly as a tear escapes fro... the corner of her eye. He quickly kisses it away, whispering soothing words against her skin. He kisses his way down her stomach, to the thatch of hair between her thighs. She can feel the heat already rising from her core. She spreads her legs to meet the invasion she longs for and knows will come, but he hesitates for one full moment. I overlook their work from the terrace as the fields are just in front of the house and provide a good view for supervising. There was a new guy in the group. His dad was ill so he has come to fill his place. He was a young lad of around 25 with good physic. I used to supervise them from the terrace and this guy was usually faster then the rest of them as most of the rest are in their early forties. We exchanged a few glances and smiled at each other while he was in the field. They left around. Yes, it all excited her (“didn’t you see how hard my nipples were?”), but she was confused. She had gotten caught up in the moment and lost control of herself, and that’s what scared her. “I just want you to know,” she said, “I don’t want to have a threesome. That’s not me, that’s not who I am. Are you okay with that?”To say I was disappointed would be putting it mildly. But, if I’m being honest with myself, a threesome had always seemed like such an unrealistic goal. Would I really be missing. The following day was almost exactly the same. He made me give him a handjob, and then fix him some breakfast before giving him a second one. I couldn’t understand why he talked to me in that hateful tone, or why he punished my tits when he felt of them. I was doing what he wanted without complaint, so I didn’t know what else to do.------------------------Robert didn’t show up the next morning, and I must admit to being somewhat disappointed. I was beginning to enjoy our game, even though he.