She had planned to just stop with blow jobs , but I kept encouraging her, and when she was up to giving him three BJs a day, sneaking them at work she...ask how I really felt about her possibly letting him go all the way. I gave her my permission, and I told two of the guys we regularly invited for kinky weekends. She was going to go over to one of the guys small apartment that was close to where she worked. I'd get to peek in which I was dieing to do. She ended up going to his room for an early. His girlfriend rode shotgun. Ingrid was in a small AWD SUV that droveout of the barn and rolling down her window shouted at Brutus, "I'll leadthe way down the old track to the beach. Be careful to follow my tiretrail as there are washouts along the way." Brutus nodded and puttingthe van in gear, pulled out behind Ingrid. The motion of the vanimmediately started the cages gyrating and a chorus of moans sounded."Ah shut up!" Brutus yelled as he grabbed a tire iron and swung itaimlessly. I'll stay on topic. So. Yes, anyway, we had a good night, no problems, all the systems worked – better than I would have dared to hope – and, well, things went well. So we relaxed, a bit, had a slightly more informal debrief than we might have done otherwise.I'm sorry, when I said informal I didn't mean casual. We discussed what needed to be discussed – its all on a file somewhere, I'm sure – but we didn't move into the meeting room, so we did have all the screens.And, so, yes, I probably did. She loves and cares for all of the man, from his sly smile, to his eyes that gaze upon her with passion and desire, but it is wondrous to her how much pleasure he brings to her with his cock. And now, she wishes to return the gift. Resting her head on his belly she gently blows a puff of warm breath across the head. No response. She inhales just a bit more and blows again. Again, nothing. Taking a fingernail she begins to lazily trace shapes on his thigh as she lies there. Lying here just.