Ida or Heidi would bring me cold glasses of milk during the day, and often also my cottage cheese lunch to eat amongst the goats. In the evening, befo...e sunset, I would be called in with the goats for an ample dinner before lights-off. My stay so far in no way felt like the punishment I had thought my mother intended it to be. Come to think of it, it felt like I was as much the domesticated farm a****l as the goats I was supposed to be watching over. My cock now only ached occasionally as the. ” I moved past her and set her bag on the bed. “You can use this wardrobe for your stuff,” I pointed to the left side unit. “I’ve never gotten around to putting anything in it.”“The bed looks comfortable, though.”I blushed a little and turned to avoid looking at her. “We, I, had a customized mattress made for it, along with custom fitted sheets.”Sharon put her hand on my arm, and a ball of warmth ignited somewhere in my belly as she touched me for the first time. “Look, we can go to the hotel. I kissed the back of her neck and shoulder while playing with her boobs. While doing that her hands went were pulling my hair. She was rubbing her ass on my crotch. She went down and sat on her knees. She was looking at me and down with an innocent look. In no time she unbuttoned my jeans and slid down my underwear. My cock was right in front of her face. She grabbed my cock with both of her hands and started pressing it hard. It felt as nice as hell. Then she started rubbing her hands on my. 'He walked out as soon as Charlotteconfessed to him. From what he said yesterday he probably thinks she'dnever have come clean if she hadn't been caught out by the press.''Doesn't surprise me,' I spitefully type. 'I'm worried about him- youknow how devoted he was to Charlotte.' I type the same words to Stuartthat I typed to the girls, and yet I can't help but be reminded ofKeith's own words less than two months ago- 'maybe I'm dating the wronggirl'...'I'll keep trying to reach him,' Stuart.