Harding said she would have to consult with the owner but didn’t see a problem with her coming down to check the place out for herself. And so Grace... packed up her belongings and was on her way to the ranch that thankfully, wasn’t too far from the town and the schools she’d be working in. Driving up the long drive Grace could finally see the main house. Mansion was more like it. It was huge and rustic, just like you would expect an old ranch house to be. Except that this one had a second story. Do you want me to go on?”“No, Ma’am,” Bernard responded as respectfully as he could. She had evidently had a stressful day. It was clear that she would need little excuse to take out her frustrations on Bernard.His supervisor was a bulky woman. The weather had been hot and Bernard couldn’t avoid noticing the sweat stains spreading out under the armpits of her blouse. A half-eaten pork pie sat on a plate on her desk. Knowing her enthusiasm for food, Bernard guessed that its unfinished state was. The use of the "L" word was something I had never thought to hear from my little sister's lips especially with regard to some muscle-bound jock. His name was Anthony and she called him "Tony" with such excess of honey dripping off the word that I suspected her of being secretly brainwashed by some matchmaking Svengali looking to make a commission.Of course the parents were ecstatic about the situation but what do you expect with six girls all in search of a suitable spouse.I spanked her quite. I lapped and sucked, my tongue flickering with the tiny movements which I knew frustrated her, worked her into the kind of ecstatic spasms that made me hard. More slutty thoughts about being locked up and focusing only on her pleasure slid across my mind again and I felt my cock twitch. My cheek was against her thigh again, her legs pushing together like she’d read my mind and was fully prepared to suffocate me between her legs, drown me with her wetness. I pulled back, smiled in the shadows.