I can pop in every now and then, bill a few hours, talk to Doogie." "Doogie" was Douglas Stratton, the engineer I had lunch with. He DID look young fo... his actual age and responsibilities. His co-workers tagged him early on, and like many nick-names at work, it stuck. And went universal."You think Kevin's ready to handle it?" Real question is why YOU don't." I didn't say that," he back-pedalled. "Just that he's..." The guy that Doogie asked for on this substation project. He's more than. Sarah looked to her sister, and saw in her eyes the same knowledge. Humbly, she spoke to her father. ?Very well daddy. Julie and I will submit to you and mother as your ponygirl slaves. Do with us as you see fit.? Sarah watched as her father lifted out of a box a replica of a harness she had designed for ponygirls. It was colored differently than she had done it, her parents having it altered to be purple instead of cyan, but otherwise the details were the same. Sarah watched. Our tongues met and softly ran over one another, as if they were locked in a slow, intimate dance. He continued to stroke my thigh and still, little by little, worked his hand further up until it disappeared under my dress. I let out another shudder, partly because of the erotic feeling that was flowing through me and partly because his hand felt cold against the warm flesh of my inner thigh. I decided that I should do some exploring of my own and allowed my hand to drop down his body, feeling. . You weren’t supposed to find that.”I stuttered, “What?.. Oh, I, ummm. I’m sorry I wasn’t certain if it was a virus…” I turned and looked at the screen which was now showing a close-up of her working a well lubricated thumb in and out of a puckered ass.“You can’t tell Mom! I will do anything you want. Anything! Just you cannot tell Mom what you found!” Then she stepped forward and looked boldly at the front of my shorts that were tented out. “If I give you what you want, will you keep.