”“You liked that, huh?”“Do you have any idea how attractive your ass is when you jump? The way everyone can see your gluteal muscles work? I c...uld almost feel all the guy’s dicks in the gym getting hard.”“Funny, I didn’t feel a thing. But now that you mention it, get down on your knees knave and prepare to worship thine ass.”“Holy shit, Sue! I love it when you talk sexy.”“Tee hee.” I giggled like a little girl. A big contrast from the last remark.“Well?” he queried.“Well what?”“Get naked, you. " He pulled away from Jen. "You just don't seem to get it. This is my bitch." He hammered a stroke into my wife. "She will do anything I tell her to do." He pulled back and immediately rammed into her again. "She loves me, and not you! She loves my cock, and not yours! She is MINE!" With each statement from Mister Gabe, he drove down into Jennifer flattening her body on mine, driving her body up and down mine with my cock trapped in her folds, but not allowed entrance.My screams were muffled by. Nerves wracked her being as the moment of fulfilment was near.The promise.Yes, the promise she made to her subordinates a month prior. Sub-par performances for the quarter brought about the following explosion during a floor meeting to discuss such:“I am sick to death of these shitty stats every month. If they don’t improve soon, upper management is sacking EVERYONE on this team. You hear me? EVERYONE! You lot are so pathetic, if I promised you anything, you still couldn’t perform!”She nodded,. Her first stop was at another farm. A man had a mule cart, and he followed her. She drove to the station, and he directed her to the farm.Vickie was there, and she expressed deep gratitude to the woman. They got their luggage in the cart, and Mrs. Warren invited Vickie an Anne to ride with her. They all proceeded to a plantation big house. From the wagon, he could see Vickie stiffen, and Mrs. Warren said something.The shay stopped a little way from the front door.“We’re a little early,” Mrs..