He was wearing dirty work-trousers and a tight shirtemphasizing his muscular form. My body responded to the sight, and Ihated it, but large part of it...must have been the fear of his power overme."Good day, and welcome. I apologize being a bit late. It was my day off,so I made myself busy with chores at the fields."He walked past me to the window. "You are very beautiful."Obviously he had paid to make sure of it. I bit my tongue. It was no useto start hating Guis. He had only bought my debt, not. If they knew how she lived and then found out about the way Bert had forced himself upon her the previous night, she suspected they would tell her that she was merely “reaping what she had sown.” They weren’t without love. They would certainly get furious with Bert and protective of her. But ultimately, they would hold it over her as a teachable moment; the lesson being that a promiscuous lifestyle like hers invites perverts the way playing with matches invites disaster.After all the trouble. If you don't mind, sweetie, I wantsome of Sir John's magnificent cock again, and I've seen you flirtingwith that divine Mr. G.!" Heather continued. "And he did catch yourpanties at your debut, didn't he?"Now admit it, sweet sister, you do rather like the idea, don't you?"she said as she squeezed my hand. "I'll try to work closer to you andyour man so we also can share a few special moments between us."I just sighed and smiled at her in acknowledgement. I was so sexuallycharged I found it. She managed to dress both businesslike and sexy at the same time. I would watch her walk around the office; I would sneak quick glances at her firm, round, ass. I was sure that if she caught me I would get fired at the least.I circled the garage until I found a space in a dimly lit corner. As I stepped out of the car I realized that I had a full blown hardon from thinking about Ms. Jones my boss. I adjusted my cock so it ran down the left side of my pants and walked to the stairway. When I.