She motioned to a chair in the kitchen and I sat down. "So what would you like. I have Maxwell House. They say 'it's good till the last drop' and Earl...Grey."I happened to know for a fact that Maxwell House has never once been good to the last drop. It tasted like ass and the only thing better in the future was probably the insane amount of coffee options, but that didn't really matter."What do you like?" I asked softly."Not Maxwell House. That’s more my husband’s thing." She said the last part. The saleswoman’s knock at the door makes Emma jump back into her proper position on the stand as Donald answers the door. He takes the new bras from her and sets two on the bench. The third, he comes and in the same way as before puts it on Emma and reaches behind her to hook it. He cups each of her breasts to get them to settle properly in it, then stands back to see how it looks. He has her turn around twice to be sure it is properly in place. Emma enjoys the view of herself three-sided. “Ok, pard,” Andy said in his equally lame impression. “Let’s locks up this here Indian Princess.”Eric stood me up, holding my arms behind me. I thought nothing of it at this point as he led me into the barn.“Kneel down there, Princess,” Andy said, pointing to the base of a post in the barn. I did, Eric still holding me tight. Andy grabbed some rope from a shelf and went in back of me, binding my hands around the post behind me. I tugged on them a bit; sure enough, they were snug.“Well now,. She is blond and I am brunet, she has blue eyes and mine are brown, she has a dimple on her left cheek and I have a scar above my right eye. We stare at each other; we both stand up and leave the conference. Her room is nearer and we make for it. She fumbles with the keys, but then we are in. Our mouths meet, lips gliding over lips, then tongues meet sliding over each other, we share saliva. I explore her teeth and note that she had marmalade on her toast. I protrude my tongue and she sucks on.