" I know that my beautiful husband, but you have the looks that every woman I have ever seen likes. Lesa thinks she would like you; I know she would l...ke you, but I will not agree to have her with us as a wife to you." I will do as you ask, my sweet one. I think Joe would like her, but you will need to have a talk with him about keeping her under control," I said.Betsy laughed and hugged me. "I love you, Ricky." We walked back to camp.The next morning, just after we had the wagon moving, Warn. He moved over to her, putting his hands on her and kissing her neck. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, tasting it and nibbling on it. She fondled his balls in her hands and they pressed their bodies closer to each other, he kissed her while she rubbed the shaft of his penis, his kisses grew stronger and more intense. He pushed her up harder against the wall and breathed on her, pushing her arms on the wall too and exploring her mouth with his tongue more and more. He moved her onto. "I'm afraid the restaurant seems to be closed, though. Would you like—?" I'm being met," I said. "Thanks." I got out, and off he drove.It was only about a minute later that another car drove up to me. Not the car they'd had in Charleston, either they'd ditched that one or they had others. When the driver's window rolled down "Joe Smith" looked out at me."Get in," he said briefly, nodding to the front passenger seat. I did as I was told.We drove only a couple of hundred feet around to the back. Rodriguez!” Gretchen called back the wood panel lined walls of the hallway connecting her voyeuristic masturbatorium and her boss’ office, before quickly blurting out “ – no need to worry, though! I’ve got it taken care of.”“You had better, Douglas, or it’s you’ll be sorry,” was the cheery response she received.“Oh, you have no idea how sorry you’ll be if you fire me..” Gretchen muttered snidely under her breath while beginning to massage her stiffening ‘turbo shot’ basting rod. Her rubs.