She slid one finger between her moist swollen lips and slowly caressed he swollen clitoris. She was lost in the moment when a cough startled her into ...onsciousness. A yard away was stood a tall swarthy looking farm hand, his shirt open to the waist his muscular chest was gleaming with sweat. He wiped his forehead with a red bandana, placed it in his pocket, and then smiled. She was shocked but even more aroused than before. Her dress had ridden up and displayed her tanned shapely. The top was overly modest for the girl sporting an ‘A’ Cup top. The cups slid on the tie-string so that you could adjust the amount of cleavage showing . . .assuming you had cleavage to show.However, Candy had a feature, which had not eluded either Kayla or RJ. Her nipples were prominent. Prominent in that they seemed to be always sticking out of any fabric she wore over them.Kayla went into the enclosed area next and put on the new ‘Rose Collection’ suit she had purchased for the trip. Both. Don’t bail out on me.” “I’m your dreamer,” he says. She slides down and kneels on the floor of the van before the front seat. He has prudently dream-engineered the concealing rain to continue beating down around them. The inside of the van seems unbearably hot, smells like bodies, and they’re both gleaming with sweat. He undoes his belt while she kneads the crotch of his trousers and slowly, theatrically, unzips him. “You really are going to be bad, aren’t you,” he says as she yanks his pants. She looked stunning but not tropical."You're not tropical," I said, hoping to keep my choice of clothing."I have to give a different impression, I'm the boss," she repliednicely but firmly."Where can I change?" I replied in an agreeable tone.There was no point getting upset about a work uniform. There a plenty ofworse things that having a compulsory uniform. And I could understandthe corporate image Jane was trying to create.In the bathroom I noticed my shorts were tight, not uncomfortably.