The speculation was not entirely false, because countless times in her thirty four years she had employed her sexual charms to gain a business advanta...e. This evening was no exception, because Patterson was leaning over the desk, stretching her legs and almost thrusting her backside at the Warden standing behind her as she pretended to read a letter. His erection was visible from the office door. Patterson offered her colleague a warm smile. The Warden, in contrast, barely acknowledged. .. I don't know, Jack. I think that Janice was hoping for an evening alone, with just the two of us ... you know, we have a lot to talk about." Oh, sure, I understand... 'Slave Pamela of Rockville'." I want to smell and taste you. The more I taste you, the more I fall in love with you. And the more I love you, the more I want to give my will to your wishes and desires."I staggered back against the door jamb.Jack looked at me with a predatory grin. "So, how about inviting me to dinner tonight?". I started to lie down on my back when she told me, not tonight. Shesaid, "You are on top tonight". She caught me off guard because I hadnever been anything but the bottom for her. But, she said, "If we aregoing to be equals, you need to take the lead and start sharing who isthe top".With that, she laid back and I straddled her. She pulled me up to herface and she started to suck my little, and not hard, penis while shestarted to massage my prostrate. With my training, hormones and. I had been wearing the same pair of knickers for two days to make sure enough of my ovulating scents were strong enough to trigger a response in the Sheltie, and as I approached the stall, on the night in question, I was convinced he could smell me even before I entered the stable.The old farmer stood bare-chested, dressed in hid dungarees, and little else, I guessed. He was behind all the girls, taking turns in touching them intimately, feeling which one was receptive to fucking, as was the.