.” I thought back. Perhaps the pause wasn’t the best thing. One of them prodded me in my groin and I doubled up in pain. “Is that where it hurts...” one of them asked, innocently.“Look, I didn’t do anything, I promise!” I cried. “I didn’t realise what was going on until it was too late. I thought we were just talking! I don’t even remember what we talked about! It was entirely her who got the wrong idea.”“I did warn you about her,” Charlie chided.“Well, it looks like you’re out of commission. Any sexual encounter with Marcus is great, although I have a few rules, like no slapping or leaving any marks."Come to my office around 2pm. Dress up in a dress and heels," his text reads. Marcus had a thing for feet, pantyhose, stockings and high heels.That gives me an hour. So, I change out of my tekkies and jeans and put on a nice dress that I didn't need to wear a bra with. I also put on some sexy high-heels and finish off my make-up with lip-gloss.At 2pm, I knock on his office door.I hear. "His legs have parted slightly and I can see the crack of his ass and his cute puckered anus between his legs. My cock twitches and instantly grows hard. Pre-cum is getting my shorts even wetter than they've been all day. As I rub his hip and upper leg, I massage his butt cheek too and even a little higher up onto his lower back. He doesn't protest. So I squirt out some more gel and rub and massage the other side too. This causes his butt cheeks to spread wider as I massage him. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm". The starter made a whirring sound as it tried to bring the vintage engineto life while Tom worked the controls until the engine coughed to life.Babying the controls, Tom was able to even out the coughing andsputtering of the old tractor?s engine as the weighted flapper on the topof its exhaust pipe rattled along until the engine smoothed out, it?sexhaust held the flapper open. Tom sat there patiently giving the enginea minute to warm up before pushing in the clutch and pulling the shifterinto.