There was a small estate about one-hundred kilometers from Segovia. For some unknown reason, the previous owner had abandoned it. The property had bee... up for sale for some time but had not had any real interest. The place was outrageously underpriced even if it only included the house and grounds. His message gave some details about then having converted part of the barn into being a computer-controlled hydroponics garden. The other half was a small dairy. The man-in-the-machine bought it. I grinded against her for a moment, mashing my cock hard against her, then I pushed her up against the door. “Hey, what -” she began, but I cut her off by lifting up the back of her skirt. White cotton panties… my favourite. “Stick your ass out for me,” I ordered. She did as told, and I slowly slid her panties down her smooth legs. As they came away from her pussy, they pulled long strands of her juice with them. She was absolutely soaked. The panties bunched up around her ankles, and she. He turned around so he could look at the back of his corset inthe mirror. Renee had trussed him up expertly, the slack in the laceswrapped up in a low-hanging bow, the panels of the corset so closetogether that you couldn't fit a fingernail between them.Tyler turned around again and looked at himself in the mirror. Thecorset had done quite a number on his form, molding his chest, waist,and upper hips into an attractive hourglass shape. He placed his handson his reduced waist, amazed that Renee. "Ah good," Mr. Smith said, gesturing to me to approach. "Gentlemen, may I introduce Lucy, my new girl."The other four men clapped their hands softly, as if I was a particularly graceful golf swing. Their eyes seemed to match that perception, as they slid up and down my body. The five of them - Mr. Smith, Mr. Evans, and three I'd never met - were seated on chairs around a high glass table, on which were coasters, drinks, chips and cards. They all wore very nice tailored suits. Expensive.