”Jim had a friendly look on his face. “What do you expect of us?”“Help out with what needs to be done. That will include helping defend the pl...ace if some raiders try again.” I said.Bob said, “Taylor, I need to brush up on my shooting to be of any real help.”Jim said, “We brought rifles and ammo from our place. Where should we keep it?”I said, “I suggest the rifles with some ammunition be kept in your bedrooms. Ammo storage is in the barn. Tomorrow, we’ll show you around. We’ve been carrying. So after an hour of torturous self-control I gave in to my unmet needs and called an Office Support Girl into my office for “service with her smile.”It is a fact that guys spend far too much time chasing pussy. In the City of Angels that includes to many married men. Pussy is worse than drugs, it is expensive, time-consuming, and dangerous, especially for lawyers. (Time is money and billable hours rule our life, so time spent chasing pussy - by guys who think they are too smart so they take. When the elevator door opened, we allowed them out first. Christina unceremoniously removed her dress as we headed down the hallway in impatient anticipation of more love-making. Fortunately, for them, their room was in the opposite direction from ours. Once inside, I dropped the bags and stripped down with Christina's help. Once we were both naked, I put her over my shoulder and carried her to the king-sized bed. We fucked crazily for a while before I pulled out. I then moved her on top. I awoke to the feeling of cock in my ass. The sun and breeze were comingin through the open window, and apparently Mistress Ashleigh was feelinghorny. "Slave, thank you for taking care of my morning wood," shetaunted me, as she grabbed me by the neck and put me on all fours.Obviously the babydoll had bunched up around my waist, but the pounding Iwas taking caused my titties to spring free of their flimsy confines andbounce wildly beneath me as my Mistress hammered away. She reachedaround me.