“Hi, Rondo. Good to meet you.”“Nice to meet you, Brenda.”She was still holding my hand - and hell, I really didn’t want to let go of hers.�...I see our tractors coming. We need to show them the field, then we’ll come back by.”She squeezed my fingers and smiled, “You need to come have a look inside. We’ve really been cleaning this place, and now we’re getting ready to do some painting.”“See you in a few minutes.”I drove on ahead just as our tractors came up behind us.We drove past the first three. I looked down at his chest to avoid the shaded glare of his eyes. He, perfectly leather clad, me so inadequate in my wranglers, cowboy boots, t-shirt and baseball cap. He grabbed my neck with his gloved hand and firmly pushed it into his jacket making me breath the leather he wore as a second skin. Intoxicated I submitted to his grasp. I had no idea who or what this person was, but I knew that I had no power to resist his wishes.He lifted my head and again I could feel his eyes behind his. ......”She was so right. There was a molten heat in the quivering fever that our fingers generated. Rubbing the slippery nub of her clit, I could sense a raw sexual energy waiting to detonate. “Now........dammit.........now!” she gasped.........Her breaths were deeper, the pressure of her fingers stronger, and she quickly pulled them from her gaping pussy and pushed my hand away............. and slavishly rubbed her palm into her slit.......then one finger, then two,.........then one finger. " I trail off, unsure of what I want to ask for, just knowing I need him inside of me.He laughs at me. "You need what?"I feel myself flush as I try to formulate a response. I clamp my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between my legs, and his quick and sharp slap across my thigh quickly convinces me to open them again.I open my mouth to speak, but I'm still unable to come up with the words I want.In a rush, I blurt it out. "I need you inside me." Nothing. No response from him.I try.