(photo M. Penley)In typical Northern California fashion, the vineyard is run with great concern for its environmental impacts and with sensitivity for...local labor. Kate Collins is the vineyard manager/owner, and her partners are silent in the operation. Her husband Dan is, for the short-term helping with the labor on the vineyard, bringing his more than thirty years' ranching experience to bear. "This is Kate's project," he confirmed, "I'm here to help in the next short while, and then she's. I helped her dress for her first day of work. She put on a pair of whiteBVD's, T-shirt, black cotton socks, her black double breasted suit, awhite monogrammed shirt with gold cuff links, and black importedloafers. As soon as she drove away in her hummer, I put on a pair ofpink satin panties and bra she no longer wore and fantasized about my"husband" going off to work."Baby, I'm home!" She yelled as she came in the door that night. I wasin the kitchen making dinner, and she came up behind me,. ‘I think you’re really a great guy.’ ‘Really?’ I offered meekly, genuinely a little surprised. ‘Yes really, that is if you want to keep seeing me Dave’ Becky said. ‘I enjoy being with you so much. You’re incredibly funny and considerate, you made me the most wonderful dinner imaginable, and the sex was absolutely amazing.’ With that Becky’s hand moved to the prominent bulge that seemed to have been there non-stop for the last two days. Becky rubbed and squeezed my cock through the fabric,. Her soft lips, ran all along the tops of Samantha's feet, tenderly kissing them. "Don't forget, my toes." Her face moving down to suck each toe and licking the gaps, thinking to herself, 'this skank, will learn her place.' "Kiss my ankle." "Yes, miss." moving up a little making out with her foot. Samantha grinned. "A little higher." "Yes, miss." making her way to just below her knee. "Higher." Going above Samantha's knee, no answer, just doing as she was told. Samantha grinned even more..