He told Morino that he is letting him go with food for his family and he would be contacted about employment in the next few days. Frank used the communicator to call Butch Gass, the ranch foreman. Butch answered “ Yes sir Mr. Brown.” Frank ask “ Butch, do you have an opening for another ranch hand?” “Yes sir we can use another three men.” “ I have a man for you. He will be here tomorrow. What time do you want him.” “ 6 am boss. He looked at Morino and told him he has a job and to be at the front gate at 6:45am tomorrow. Morino smiled thank him and extended his had to shake Franks hand and Steve grabbed his arm before he got it over the desk. Frank looked at Steve and told him it alright. Steve released Morino's arm and Frank shook his hand. He ask Frank to take him back to the mansion. On the asian way he told Frank he wanted to meet the people working on the estate starting with the security unit when japanese it can be done without interfering with their duties. I apologize for getting carried away writing this story making it so long. If you wish the story continues in chapter 9 Please vote and leave comments. CHAPTER 8 Emily Many things crossed Emily’s mind on that run. The blazing hot ball of fusion that cascaded heat down upon her white shining skin, the pavement that boiled that heat back and threatened to scorch her feet every step, save for her running shoes – the list could drag on, but Emily was most preoccupied on what happened a week ago – the day mother had taken her two sisters and fled the house – the day she had slept with Ryan, her father. It had been among the most pleasurable moments of her life – the most releasing and fulfilling things she had ever done and yet she doubted herself. She doubted her action. It wasn’t so much mother that concerned her, it was her sisters, Grace, and Marisol that concerned her. What would they be told about Emily and Ryan – would mother try and oust father for their union? Would she suffer any consequences? Did it matter? As she rounded the corner, she decided she didn’t want to care. She did – but pushed the uneasy feeling to the back of her mind. Her sports bra was a style choice, her breasts were not large enough to require support, a normal bra would have worked fine. After 19 years on the planet the one asset of her body she was excited to see develop didn’t do much at all. A point of frustration for her. She jogged down the pavement, sweat beading on her forehead in the humid heat of the pacific northwest. Her chest shimmered – and her exposed midriff sported streaks of her bodies cooling mechanism. The air rushed past her, dragging away the heat. Her father had admired her tits, even suckled them when they had engaged, he had claimed to love them, but she was daunted by the voluptuous women she saw flaunting their assets around her every day – kissing and she knew college was only going to make that worse. It was another thought she pushed to the side as she rounded yet another corner. The final corner. I got closer and closer to his cock and my heart beat faster and faster. "You're a slut," Gary remarked almost casually. I quickly grasp my mouth. The thought of competition is turning me on more. Apparently he didn’t care about his son's dried cum on my face and in my mouth, or all he was focused on was his cock in his daughter's cunt. as her nudity began to kissing ignite the passions of the boys watching. She squealed in delight when I slapped her other cheek, her pussy frothing between japanese her quivering thighs. “Okay Lucy, you go asian over onto the stage. “Of course, you can be on top,” Scott replied with a slight laugh. "No need to be nervous, Lucy.