Marcela came, and Beatrice walked out of the garden to meet her.

"What do you think of Amy?"

"She is so luscious I want to suck on every inch of her body."

"I know. I can barely control myself around her at work."

"Maybe we shouldn't try to get her down in the basement right away. We don't want to scare her off."

"Yes, not every woman wants it right away as you did."

"That's because you attacked me."

"I did no such thing."

"You sure did." It was true. Beatrice put an ad in the paper for help doing the garden. Marcella answered it, thinking it would be good for her two children to get outside, but they weren't interested and would rather play video games. Marcella returned by herself and was taken to the basement, where Beatrice forced her down on the couch and her hand into the panties. It didn't take long before she spread her legs, begging for her mouth; she never had such a beautiful sucking, and the whip and dildos later came.

"My basket is full, but I can't lift it."

"I'll help you," Beatrice said.

"I will pick the flowers so we get done faster."

They took Amy's basket up to the house, and then they both filled the other one. By the time they were done, the flowers were picked.

"Now we can take a break and have some lemonade," Beatrice said.

She brought out the glasses. "I'm all hot and sweaty," Amy said.

"That's ok; I can lick it off later."

Amy's face turned red. "Is this all I have to do?"

"Oh no, I will work you like an old plow mule. After you deliver the vegetables and flowers, you will come back and help me with the canning. That's if you want to come back?"

"Sure."

When they returned, Beatrice had her pull the glass jars and tops out of the pantry. She got the boxes of new lids.

"You just have to make sure every jar has a new lid and top."

"I've never done canning before."

"I started helping my mother and grandmother when I was seven."

Marcela went into the bathroom, and Beatrice followed her.

"What did Amy say?" Beatrice asked.

"She asked if you were a lesbian."

"What did you say?"

"I said no, that you liked both, and so do I."

"Maybe we should show her and see if she runs away."

Beatrice opened the bathroom door. Marcela pulled up the dress and hopped up on the vanity. Beatrice got on her knees and sucked in the lips and chewed on them.

"Oh, yes, eat my horny cunt. I need it so bad." She was hoping it was loud enough for Amy to hear. Beatrice sucked in the pussy lip, got it between her teeth, pulled it to the max, and let it snap back. She did the other one, drove in three fingers, twisted them, and ate the clit. Marcela looked, and Amy was standing there. She smiled at her and said, "Oh, I love your tongue and mouth on me." She let out a guttural groan looked, and Amy was gone. Beatrice finished her off by driving in three fingers, moving them around inside, and eating the clit until the pussy exploded. They went out, and Amy was sitting on the couch.