..untapped potential, Micheal. So much more, to tap.” Flexing her open sex at me, Megan pours more oil down her backside, slicking up the huge, gree...n, winding serpent tattoo that takes up the majority of her back. She bobs up and down with those wide open legs with hard jerks on the downthrust, redirecting my blood flow, making me want to get under that. “Mmmmm that's more like it, Micheal. Who cares about them, right? Just because they can't stop texting the shit out of me now. Offering me out. ”“Goodnight,” she said as she stood up and walked towards the door.“Goodnight,” I echoed.My eyes tracked her, falling on her ass for a moment. Even in the dark, I could tell how nice it was. I looked back up the sky, her yawn infecting me. I eventually made my way back up the stairs and to bed myself.The next morning, I met up with Charles after breakfast, one of the property staff. He showed me where all the equipment was, most of it a mess. My job for the day was sorting it all out, figuring. Jared came back to my room, we sat at the desk and engaged in small talk as the storm increased in volume. Jared suggested that the storm was here to stay and I replied 'nothing stays forever, it will soon past'. I felt Jared's hand touch mine and he said softly 'this is good fucking weather', I cleared my throat not knowing how to respond when Jared broke the silence and said 'my dick's hard as a rock, come on take care of it for me'. I heard the chair move and his zipper open there was a. “And that you were going out for a run,” Harry said, acknowledging my Lycra running gear. “You look good in Lycra. I like the way it clings to your cunt.” Not for the first time, I flinched at the crudity of my neighbour’s words. Harry saw my physical reaction and smiled as I did my best to relax. “It’s going to get worse for you, my dear, than words. There are things that you’re going to do for me, aren’t there?”I recoiled as Harry grabbed me between the legs, horrified by the way my body.