“Yes” I breathe. “You haven’t had enough?” he asks. “Kiss me deeply” I answer as I let my knees fall slowly to the sides revealing my wa...ting pussy. Just his breath now of my outer lips as they begin to swell and part even more than they already have to invite his touch. But he withholds his touch and teases me with his hot breath until I whimper "please". Slowly, and so softly, his tongue now probes my swollen lips and with slow languorous strokes he moves down towards my anus then up into my. "How so?" I asked."Mr. Bushman would've been happy with us just standing by the jeep, not even driving it, just waving to people," Adam reminded me."But this is bigger and better, right?" I inquired hopefully."Well, it's bigger; I'll give it that," he replied. "It's just, you know, not how I planned to spend my entire day."For a moment I couldn't believe Adam had said that. Then I remembered that dune buggies and dirt riding were my scene, not his. Maybe I should have remembered that, oh, about. “Oh, then they have a lot to experience! Let me suggest some lap dance to both of them.” The stripper whose name was Nancy was looking at us. I looked at Saima. She was confused. we were both pretty dumbfounded. “Well, we will have it and especially for the lady,” Jane said.I was surprised at Jane’s suggestion. It would be kind of lesbian act for Saima. Saima was also surprised. Nancy first got on the table and gave us all a good table dance, after five minutes she asked Saima to push her chair. I should have left a go-pro there and recorded everything but I didn’t. I swore under my breath. I contemplated driving down to see her, to see what was happening, but I knew the rules of this game and stayed put – for now. It was only five minutes later that I decided to drive to the barn. My curiosity got the better of me. ---------- Melissa didn’t have much time to recover when she heard the door creak a second time. She heard the footsteps but that was all. There was no sound for a while..