I spent the night on the same hay stack and woke up the next morning feeling a whole lot better. I spent that day on the hay stack, and woke up the ne...xt day feeling so much better, that I was sure that I could travel the next day. The woman would not hear of it, and I spent another day "in bed." I will say this: I could not have had more tender care than that woman gave me, and she was right about me needing that extra day of rest.Finally, after my fifth day in bed with her looking after me. Does anyone else see what's going on ? Itdoesn't matter. ' ' He'll watch your face as you begin to stroke your pussy for me. You willsee his eyes drop down to the mirror in his lap. Imagine how it will feel tohave a total stranger watch you as you slide your fingers along your wet pussy.You must feel like a real slut, knowing that you will do this for me. ' ' Give him a good show for me. He will be there at eight o' clock. When youare done, mail me your black panties to receive the next. The information thaturged him on, kept him going. Thoughts crept into his mind as he workedon his wife. 'How the fuck did he find himself in this position?'.....'stuffed inside his wifes skirt so he could pleasure her!' He hadbeen manouvred, coerced, sweet talked and now pretty much forced intowhat he was now doing. He had submitted to her wishes, and even thoughthere was a reason behind his choices he had still submitted to her. Itfelt very much like when he was dealing with Ms Thornbury. The. ?Distracted me?? And it was true; he had begun to listen for their soft tinkle, and forgotten where they were. Silly boy.She didn’t bother to disguise the soft laugh. She knew he wasn’t hurt, and it was a fitting payback for him spoiling all his fun. Bloody bratling was too enamoured with his work. Not that she minded in the least, he loved it... most of the time. Shortening the leash and guiding him a little more than normally necessary she purposely brushed against the bells, watching his.