"Might as well get all the attachments that go with them. Be sure to tell, what's his name, Davenport, exactly what crops Carla has and ask for any at...tachments she will need to gather them. Crap, I wish I knew more about farming. Get enough equipment out here to get her crops in. This woman, well both of them, have had enough trauma in their lives without watching their crops ruin that they've worked so hard to produce. They thought they had lost everything the day they started to move, then we. I roll my hips against him, his motion pushes me into Beth's arse with a rhythm she find stimulation."Do it." She husks. "Fuck that ass hard."Mark needs no more encouragement. I hear Mark lubing up and then feel his now wet thickness pushing against my sphincter. I try to relax and prevent myself from barring his entry. My sphincter releases and Mark is suddenly plunging inside me. His force pushes me harder into Beth's arse and for a moment I cannot breath. As Master pumps my ass, my tongue. In fact, scanning through theother entries, it seems that Barnes made sure - damn sure - to touchthat plate every time he came through the lobby."No way..." said Dawes to himself again.Dawes began trying to catch up to himself as his mind raced. MarcusBarnes disappears from running a hugely profitable company andreaping its profits.... Byrd steps in seamlessly... just a "change inmanagement" and reaps those profits for himself instead...."No, that can't be..." Dawes said aloud, hoarsely.Dawes. Elizabeth gave me a warm hug, albeit brief. I grinned at her, telling her I loved her in all ways.The afternoon seemed to drag on interminably. The high point in the afternoon came when Tony stopped me on the way to our last class of the day. "You know what Mrs. Walcott did in study hall?"I shook my head. What did you do in study hall? Pretty much what you pleased, so long as it didn't include talking, getting up or disturbing others."She announced a snap quiz."I looked at Tony as if he just.