Friday after Thanksgiving was supposed to be Black Friday shopping. Instead, the women made buttermilk and butter and I went exploring with my brother...and brother-in-law.We went around the mountain in the opposite direction than we usually went. The ATV helped to keep the two from complaining that I was leading them too fast. We found another cave at the same level the house was, and I marked it with my GPS. I used a gradual incline to go up to the next terrace level and found the fields the. Pam’s moans were rapidly increasing in frequency and intensity. Marcy started to move the vibe in and out with a regular rhythm that was clearly gaining in speed. I was feverishly stroking my cock in time to Marcy’s increased thrusts with the vibe. Marcy bent over Pam’s crotch and replaced her fingertips with her tongue and lips as she began to suck and lick Pam’s button. Pam’s back arched in passion as her moans turned to screams. Her undulating body and facial contortions left no doubt. "Who do you work for?" he yells.The man just growls.He repeats the question, "Who do you fucking work for?"John jumps out of his seat. Paul steps in between them. John just stands there. Lane goes back to his victim."I will not ask again. I am going to rip your throat out. Now, who do you work for?"The man slowly answers, "The President."Lane not so gently throws him back in his chair. The rest of the board and John now turn their attention to the man. Lane slips out a small nylon rope out of. . I am not sure I want to do that again..."- The other woman said while Nanci's walked away from the encounter. -" Aww, she'll be so disappointed, Nanci... I think I can convince you to change your mind." - Her voice raised a bit -" Randy is thinking in hiring her again. We'll be like family again!"-Another shiver traveled down Nanci's spine as she reached her desk.She sat, turned her computer on and grabbed the newly placed paperwork in her inbox. Tried to calm herself by thinking of a busy.