Shivers went through me as his finger worked its way lower into my more sensitive areas. When his finger reached my asshole I let out a deep moan. Fra...k swirled his finger around my asshole…spreading the lotion. All I could do was say in a needy voice, “Oh, daddy” over and over. Frank’s finger kept moving down to my pussy. His finger moved up and down my wet slit. I know he had some lotion, but I was producing plenty of my own liquid. His finger kept teasing me…moving up and down. I couldn’t. Jenny, Patti and I went into my office so we could look at them on the big monitor. I had to laugh; the first picture was of Marcy wearing a hard hat and safety glasses sitting in the excavator. The caption with the picture read 'Some times to get it right you just have to do it yourself'. We had a good chuckle at that one.All that was left of the house was a small pile of rubble. There was a long row of work vans parked alongside the east loading dock. Bob must have brought every crew he had. A small smile crossed her lips; Master had promised that she could go home and see her parents soon. They had to be close to finding the Ever Last Master if her master was being the gracious. Suddenly there was a gigantic spike of power; calling her master she reported it to him. "Alright let's go," he told her. Within moments they were not too far from a construction site. Hmmm Juno thought this looks awfully familiar, moving closer he saw that it was one of his construction sites! What in the. There was something familiar about her…. she was, just like the rest of us when it comes right down to it. She has highs and lows but remains positive and makes the best of what life has given her. We talked about our child hoods, growing up in small Midwest towns and going to small town schools. We talked about our first loves, and she giggled about the farm boy from Iowa that gave her first kiss, and briefly mentioned the guy that took her virginity when she was 17. I talked about my high.