”“Good girl. It’s late, and I’m tired.” As if to illustrate the point, she let out a soft yawn. “After I hang up, I want you to take a co...uple of pictures for me and send them so I can add them to my collection.”“Yes, Miss.” She must have picked up in the disappointment in my voice. Her amused chuckle had an edge to it that sent shivers up and down my spine.“Be patient. It gives me an idea. See you at the drive-thru tomorrow. And no coming. You can tease yourself to your heart’s content, but. " Sheila turned walked slowly toward Paul. She stopped three feet in front of Paul. "Closer" She moved a foot nearer.Beginning with top button, Paul slowly unbuttoned Sheila's blouse. When the last button had slid out of its buttonhole, Paul pulled the front of the blouse open. He cupped his hands under Sheila bra-covered mounds and gently lifted them to test their weight. They felt heavy. When he released them, they bounced only slightly. He squeezed them. They were soft but firm. "You are. When she was good and hot, I said, "Okay, babe, let's put on a show. Take off your pants and wave that magic ass around for everyone to see."She looked horrified. "I can't do that! There are people everywhere. Somebody will recognize me. No."Her "no" was timid, though, barely a whisper, and I brushed it aside. "Don't tell me no," I said. "I'm the boss here. You do as I say. Stand up, take your pants off, and put on a show. Now!"Like before, she obeyed when I showed strength. She whimpered a. Let's give it a shot," she said when he finished.After a quick shower and an hour drive into rural western Pennsylvania, they arrived at Peter's abode, an ancient but well maintained farmhouse sitting in the middle of recently plowed fields that stretched over the gently rolling hills as far as the eye could see.As they exited the car, Peter came out to greet them. Of average height, he was thick with muscle and had a broad, kind face topped with hair that was beginning to thin despite his.