The fun will begin at dusk, in a few short hours. I head inside to start getting ready. Hanging on my closet door is my costume, which is sure to igni...e the wrath of The Welcome Wagon all over again. It’s a dominatrix outfit…black leather corset with garters, short leather skirt, fishnet stockings and spiked heeled boots, plus a riding crop and some chains as accessories. My plan is to make some eyes pop, some temperatures rise, and some appendages harden. The plan has taken a bit of. I ask if there anywhere I could wash up and he tells me theres a shower in the bunkhouse I can use. If I wanted to I could come up to the main house with his wife and him and clean up and have dinner with them. (Hello bingo) I say I appreicate that and he goes to load the taters. He tells me to wait in the office for my paperwork. I walk over and go in the office and there is no one there so I grab a chair and wait. A couple minutes later the wife walks in and smiles tells me she heard I'd be. ’ ‘Got it. Talk to you later.’ Kimberly removed her mouth from Folsom when she saw that her efforts were not achieving the desired results. ‘Want to tell me what’s going on?’ ‘You may want to read these two e-mails and then we’ll see if we can start figuring out what’s going on together.’ He stood from the chair so that she could sit down in front of the laptop. She opened the oldest e-mail from Bryce Pierre first. ‘Did that son of a bitch marry someone?’ she seethed. ‘Who is this Amanda. His other nipple waited patiently for my attention while my hand worked down his shaft to his soft sac at the base. I never took notice of how soft it actually was and how large it felt. It moved, his testicles flinched against my touch. Fascinating. Next nipple and now it was time to see how deft I could be. I needed to get myself ready. Not like I wasn’t already wet, but I wanted to be closer to my own orgasm. I did not have the advantage of my first one with his tongue or fingers. I was on.