I was having to open my mouth to gulp in more air. Through my bra I could feel my shirt brushing against my already hard nipples, sending pulses of pl...easure flashing through every fibre in my body. I was having to fight to control my hands so as to control Holly. I was close, and getting closer; but already we were into the final half-kilometre canter. I looked sideways at Gemma. I could see a tell-tale flush on her face; her hips were making powerful movements – up, down, backwards, forwards.. I try not to do that too often. At my age the weight piles on faster than it goes away, and restaurant food tends to be full of salt and fattening.But this Friday night I was too tired to do even that. Work had been a bitch – malfunctioning computer systems, people not doing what they were hired to do, that sort of thing – and my brain had turned into a block of ice. All I wanted was to eat and fall asleep. Tomorrow I’d be off. I had all day to let my brain thaw.So when I walked through my. I don't want to go to work in this dress.Thank God my parents are on vacation. I don't want to have to explain coming home at eight in the morning. Zoom zoom.I smell sex, and can-dy he-re.I wore a pink spaghetti strap tank top, black short flowy skirt, and roman high-heeled sandals to work. A happy seductive summer outfit that would be a little much for a receptionist job anywhere else, but I worked in a sex club, right? And, pink is still virginal, isn't it?Busy, busy, day at work. Barely any. While milking, Bert chatted, "What time did you folks begin milking this morning? My goodness, it isn't even six yet and you're almost done."Esteban told Bert, "When we got here a little after five, Mike had already washed the milk buckets and cans, and let in the first batch of cows. The man sure doesn't waste any time."Bert chuckled, "Just the man to take my farm over. I hope you don't mind if I help out some, Esteban. I don't think I can give up getting up and doing some morning chores."When.