I berated myself for attempting to inject my influence on Beth’s masturbation session, and I braced myself for the consequences of her full disclosu...re that was sure to follow. Beth emerged from the bathroom, and surprisingly laid right back down in her former position, drawing the blanket back over her luscious curves. I almost shot my load right then and there, when she stunned me by reaching her arm out from under the blanket, taking my hand, and placing it on her hip. Her arm retreated. She asked me to follow her. As she turned her back & I began following her, her round tight behind grabbed my attention. Her hips were swaying from side to side while walking. She asked me whether I was still fasting and if I had bought the urine sample along with me. As I said yes she told me to sit on a one armed chair. She asked me to fold up the sleeves of my hand. She went back quickly into a small room and returned with a wet cotton swab, injection syringe and small bottle. After drawing. She flounced over onto her side, ‘Mountain lion indeed!’ Then she giggled! Then as she lay remembering she again felt the terror and helplessness, feeling that big, tough cowboy’s arms around her, overpowering her. She was helpless in a roomful of men, men just sitting, watching the monster paw her. That was replaced by another kind of fear roiling through her as Duncan rose to challenge her tormentor. Duncan looking a foot shorter, easily 30 years older placing his impossibly small self on. His thumbs were making small circles on the bare skin at the back of my neck. “Manolo, you should go should you not?” No answer, as I felt him lean in to my bottom. “Mrs. Adams. You are incredibly sexy. I have craved you ever since I arrived. I have laid in bed at night thinking of coming to your bed when Dr. Adams was working late. I have taken photos of you working in the barn, in your riding clothes, lying by the pool. They are all around the wall of my room. I.