With her other hand she lowers them onto Carmen panties, "lets see how this goes." Brittney tucks her hands inside Carmen panties. Carmen spazzed and ...oaned at the touch of Brittney warm hands rubbing her pussy. "What a fucking slut you are Carmen i guess i should k**nap you." Brittney raised her hand of Carmen's mouth and cups her breast with her hand before pinching it and squeezing the breast. Carmen tried resisting but she knew she was loving it. Carmen was too distracted by Brittney. Think of it as a reward, your behavior has been impeccable, and you have earned it." Thank you sir. What do you want me to do." Actually, Sharon, you don't have to do anything. I'm going to move some hay from this level up to the loft, I'm also going to restock the root cellar that I have right beneath us, plus I am going to get the front-end loader and four wheelers ready for winter. You can sit on the hay bales over there and you won't be in the way." I'd really like to help, if you'll let. I couldn’t look at them anymore, so I just turned my head and looked at Mr Batelli. His eyes were intense as he looked down at me. I lowered my head but didn’t take my eyes off his. The silence was killing me. “Everyone, say thank you to Lena for being our living model today.” He said as he clapped his hands. “Thank you, Lena.” Everyone said in unison as they also clapped. WHAT!?!?! I could not quite wrap my mind around what I just heard. A living model? What does that mean? and I didn’t. He was embarrassed but she was also completely sexy and a vision of heart-stopping beauty. He tried to slink back around the corner but didn’t want to lose his line of sight either. He was completely mesmerized by her. She straightened up and turned around, facing him. Her short, flowery dress, more of a beach cover-up really, was sparkling in the summer sun. Her smooth skin was blush from the moist east coast heat and her dark brown, wayward curls gleaming. He did not think she had a bra on.