I also did not look up at the other two men but I did not need to look up to know they were staring at me. All eyes were on me in the room as I stood ...here with a tshirt only barely covering my panty clad, butt plug filled ass.“Your legs and ass look great. Nice job. Next week paint your toenails, it looks silly to have such beautiful shaved legs and unpainted toes.”“Yes sir,” I replied just above a whisper.“Come on, lets go have a seat on the sofa. We have some business to tend to.”He directed. It all went well, and she was very creative in being a little careless in stting back down, leaving the trail leg a little behind the lead leg while slowly setting her purse on the floor to the opposite side of her chair. I was actually quite impressed. The fella at the table across from her certainly noticed. But the best part was, his glance was long enough for his wife to follow his sideways stare. I would have loved to know what she said to him that caused him to quickly dart his eyes back. By the time he had ejaculated deep inside her in a full-throttled pumping action, he had whispered his marriage proposal to her yet again, and she, at last, to his great astonishment and delight, had accepted him. Hours later, when Ada had at last worn out the vigorous and virile rancher, they sat, drinking coffee, in the kitchen of the rambling ranch house, and Frank decided it was time to set the direction for their lives. ‘I know how much you want this celebrity dude ranch,’ he said. ‘And it. " Madame Blanchard, not only did I bury your son, but I took bearings and measurements that will allow me to rediscover the place. I could exhume the body, and bring him home for burial in your family plot."She looked at me with a mixture of shock, grief, excitement and disbelief. "Only a few years ago our two countries were at war. Why should you do such a thing? My family means nothing to you. What do you really want?"Her voice had risen as she spoke, and the last question was in a shrill,.