She had been to the filing cabinet, and on her way back she stopped behind me and looked at my screen. She placed her hands on my shoulders and moved ...er head next to mine. Her hair was touching my ear and cheek and I could feel her warmth and smell her subtle perfume. "What are you working on today?" she asked, still looking at the screen. "Oh, just checking those stocktaking figures for the month end." I answered. As I spoke, my head turned automatically to her. In that split second, and. . thought...”“I don’t think we’re what either of us needs,” Joanne answered. “We both need someone stronger.”“Yeah. I’m starting to see that,” he murmured, looking at Cheryl.“You’ll have more choices than the rest of us put together,” she said. “You’re the lure that brought Joe and I together.”“Will you want me to move?”“You okay with switching rooms?” he asked.“But...” Joanne started.“You’ve got nothing to say on this, slut. No longer pretending I’m the live in babysitter. You got that?”“Yes. A couple of times we had to tie a rope to the car and the wagon and use our horses to pull it to the side. We would have made quite a sight if there had been anyone to see us, four nudists, wearing nothing but hats, riding in a horse-pulled wagon.We passed one house that had a tattered flag atop a flagpole out by a circular driveway. Mikey looked back over her shoulder and asked, "If we find a flag in town, could we take it home to put up our flagpole"?What do we want a flag for? I looked over. The fifth time the black clad woman brought the crop down started Pickett into babbing up and down the fake shaft. After the seventh blistering smack the man had taken half the large manhood into his mouth. Both Jane and Pickett were squirming in anticipation and lust. A few minutes later Pickett choked as he stuffed the last inch of the spit covered rod into his throat.Another minute of face fucking the man and spanking him with the riding crop Mistress Jane pulled away from her slave. .