“So, you know the routine…” I started, hands on my hips, looking her over, making sure my expression had an extra helping of serious in it, impr...ssed at her attempt to match it (which, in her case, meant she refrained from running the tip of her pink tongue seductively over her lips). “Follow instructions no matter what, Mister Muscle.” She said with a sharp nod, her smile fading just a little. “Good girl.” I told her, patting her on the head, ignoring the look she gave me as best I could.. I also found out that the state was thinking of auctioning off some of the adjoining properties. I collected the paperwork and made a sealed bid. It was a tax auction, and what was owed wasn’t very much. So, I figured that if I didn’t get it, big deal. But if I did, I would about double my acreage. Once I finished with the government, I was able to get down to the fun stuff.I had eight months, minus the tax payments, of my disability and military retirement pay. So, I was flush, as far as cash. "Marcus feels that even if we somehow win, that miracle occurs and Master and Madam Grimes win the election at the Samhain Fetish Ball, we should split off. He feels the point of winning the election is to, in a real and graphic way, prove that there is an option, a viable alternative, to the way things have been. After that, with all respect to Madame Cornelius, they've made their beds, let them sleep in them. We will be quite happy without them, or with them, should they decide to come to us. She is wearing a sheer white robe which barely covers her ass and pussy. Moving to the middle, she remains on her knees and begins running her hands over her body. Her fingers tease her nipples through the robe as she moves up and down as if riding a cock.The girls continue fondling my balls and stroking my hard shaft through my trousers.After several minutes of arousing herself, soft moans can be heard throughout the audience. Melissa slowly slips the robe off and gasping can be heard as her.