This continued for a while, till she slid of me and started unbuckling me. I let her slide my jeans off my body and was in my jockeys. Riya slowly rub...ed my nose over them slowly taking in the smell. I remembered that I and worn a brand-new brief that day. The nose slowly gave way to the tongue and the briefs were slowly getting wet. She started with the licks over the cloth which gave way to sucking over the cloth. I was going to let her do what she wanted, and it seemed she was hell bent on. Nothing. He dropped the bow and climbed to the loft. Nothing. He went to the door and out and around the house to the privy. Nothing. Shit shit shit, he thought, where the hell could they be? He just couldn’t imagine her leaving, not voluntarily. Not as careful as I’ve trained her to be. And she just wouldn’t leave me, not like that. He went back inside and retrieved his bow. He searched the whole area, piece by piece. Nothing. No sign of her or Dylan, no tracks, no nothing.He charged out into. Mark’s right hand stayed cupped on my left boob as his right hand slid down my tummy to my crotch. He slipped it into my panties and started rubbing my pussy. I closed my eyes, enjoying his touch and trying to forget where I was, which was hard because they kept commenting on how much I looked like I was enjoying it. Mark pulled his hand out and pulled my panties down as he started rubbing it again, teasing my hole with the tip of his middle finger, pressing it against it but not sliding it in. It was a smart move.“Hey kid,” yelled Jeremy as Dean and I walked away from the barn. I turned. “If you are ever short of work, look me up.”I grinned at him and waved before turning and following Dean back to the house. Almost in passing, I noted that my TK training had paid off. I had barely even felt the effort it had taken to straighten the tractor cab out. I was hungry, though.Ness had anticipated that and had lunch ready when we returned.The next couple of weeks passed, with me getting up.