”“Can I help?” Christine said standing in the door. “I don’t know what all I can do but I can at least talk.”“You can, but you have to b... naked and wear an orange collar,” David said. “No clothed people in the front office.”Smiling, Margaret added, “That’s right. Did you notice how relaxed everyone was, talking about us and not about what was going on?”“Funny. I didn’t think about it. It was odd, but after a few moments it wasn’t unusual.”“It also keeps things settled when we have them strip. From the wide V at the neck that revealed the ample bosom of a voluptuous 36DD to her seductive hips and then her endless legs he took in the sight before him.Rachel smiled feeling naughty for coming to the door only in her night shirt but enjoying the feeling of the teenager gawking at her. “Come in,” she said turning and walking with a seductive sway to the living room. “Sandra just got up. She’s in the bathroom.”Tom followed Sandra’s mother into the living room. “Have a seat,” Rachel said. ” Like the director of a porn movie, Flo had each guy straddling one of her legs, each on their hands and knees, waiting for instructions. “Now, I want you each to suck one nipple.” She was loving both, 1-what they were doing and 2-having control over them. It was interesting to her how each guy sucked and played with her titties in a slightly different way. After a few minutes of enjoying the stimulation and different styles, Flo’s hands raised up a bit to find two hard cocks. She. By the time we’d reached that highway junction, I’d become quite comfortable with her company. I think she was getting used to me too, as she went into more detail about her life than most people would. By the time she’d finished her life’s story, I’d have killed to be twenty years younger, and been a part of that life.We shot right through Watson Lake, which is about half the size of a folded postage stamp. If it wasn’t for the junction with the Cassiar Highway, it’d probably dry up and blow.