Over the next few minutes, Bruce added fingers to her asshole until he had four of them moving easily in and out. What struck me as unusual was that B...ruce Compton had very large hands; obviously this anal play of theirs was a well practiced event. Just about then I noticed that a pool of water was forming on the carpet just below the juncture of Sylvie's cunt. Evidently her husband's thrusting fingers was causing her clit to rub against the ornate edging of the desk, further inflaming her lust.. Clothes had been of no concern, so the conventional childhood attire had been good enough. But he was now very aware of the importance of image and the impressions it could make. So gone were the jeans, tee shirts and tennis shoes and in their place casual slacks, Polo pullovers or open collared collegiate style shirts and suede loafers. Gone also was the boyish close cropped haircut. In its place he had his hair styled longer, swept back and layered to promote the impression of his being. "And what was it about having a guy's cock in your mouth, sucking him offand swallowing his cum that you didn't really like?" she asked a the endof my explanation."All of it, I loved every minute of it," I said, "it felt so right forme!"Then why, o why, haven't you taken it further and had a full....relationship? You do want to have sex with a man don't you?" No one has ever asked me that," I said, "so I've never had to thinkabout it before, but now that you say it out loud, of course I do! . You are also one of my best workers, but you can't sleep on the job. So follow me inside and let's get this over with." Sally said."The woodshed" was a small storage shed attached to the nearby farm. Sally always had a padlock on the doors, and the workers were not allowed to see the inside of the shed unless they were to be punished.Once the doors were opened, the first thing I noticed was stacks of hay around the outside walls. In the middle was a wooden horse that was normally used to.