..that had to be a coincidence, it had to be...But my thoughts about Mistress Alyson’s lover’s name being Courtney soon disappeared as my arse was...forcefully filled, painfully more than I thought it could ever take, even in my more perverted fantasises. But I was being stretched and my arse was being filled deeper and deeper, as my body was racked in the confusion of pleasure, pain, desire and humiliation as I moaned pitifully through my ball-gag to everyone’s amusement and entertainment.After. No long weary hours spent in the office any more, apart from picking up her leads any way. These days Jill was an outdoor girl. As animal feed sales rep for the South Midlands division of a large agrichemical firm she was free to drive out in the countryside every day. And today was a truly glorious summers day.Today she had a morning call to a farm in the middle of the Cotswolds. Although she had not visited it before, she knew it was in a lovely part of the country. Even its name was pretty,. The driver's license was real, and these were real credit cards; they, too, would check out. It was nice to have a friend who was a computer, especially one linked to so many other computers.The only thing that wouldn't quite check out was the street address on the license. But I was fairly well covered there, too. A coastal town in Texas had recently been pretty much wiped out by a hurricane, and Spook had picked one from a neighborhood that was now nothing but rubble. Since I didn't plan to. I was constantly horny and I must have been giving off a scent because it seemed like men and boys were swarming around me. Guys at work had been hitting on me for years, but before it had all been kind of good-natured. Then it seemed that they were getting more insistent, almost like sharks that smelled blood in the water. When the paperboy knocked on the door to collect the hunger in his eyes told me that he would take me on the floor just inside the door if I gave him half a chance. What's.