‘Have you figured it out yet?’ she asked. ‘Still chewing on it, actually,’ I responded before adding, ‘but I’m enjoying the ride so far, t...o be honest!’ It was easy to read in her that she actually knew me in some way, which comforted the tiny nagging voice of paranoia that wanted to sneak a word in edgewise. Something about, do you even know WHAT YOU ARE GETTING INTO HERE?!?! Or something like that. I couldn’t really hear that voice when all I could see was her standing there looking at me as. "Is that all?" Liz asked. I said for now, just be patient. Then I called Sissy. I told Liz to be quite and not let on what had just happened.Sissy came running out. "What happened, what did I miss?" she asker. You'll soon see I said. Now I want to check your ticklish spots so come over here. She came over and I checked. Rib cage, check, knee caps, check, shoulders by the neck, check. All my favorite spots were ticklish. "Now sit down over there" point right across from me."Now Liz, come over. . says he's got to speak with you! He says his name is Mr. Franks, but he wants tell me what it's about. He's been calling now for a couple of days, and finally I thought I'd ask you about it!" Jennie's voice sounded concerned, and Sylvie realized that she must say nothing that would alarm her secretary.You must remain calm, she told herself. You can handle the situation... You are stronger than he is... ! Once more, Sylvie tried the power of positive suggestion. She remembered the helpful shot. I didn’t see it at first, then when I spotted it, my cock was instantly raging hard.I went through the tack room door with my jeans open and down to my thighs, my cock already hanging out. I threw my shirt over a saddle and locked the door.Sienna was sitting sideways on one saddle, leaning back against another saddle above her. She was naked and her legs were spread wide.I walked to her, bent my knees so my cock was aimed right at her slick, hairless pussy lips.With my cockhead just barely.