“So you like my ass, Pops?” she asked, laughingly heartily. I laughed right along with her. She had a beautiful smile and dark eyes that said “I...can be nice and naughty”. She sat down opposite me in the booth again. “What’s your name?” and I answered. “Okay, Ben, if you want to wait around or come back at 2 a.m. when I get off, maybe I could take your application for sugar Daddy.” I was more than pleased with myself for charming her enough to meet me after work. I told her I would go back to. I am considered tall, 6'4" about 240lbs, not fat but with a little bit of a tummy, moderate body hair, with my pubic area trimmed but cock, balls, taint and asshole shaved smooth. Six studs walked in, I shut the door as they surrounded me. Hands exploring different parts of my body, tweaking my nipples, pulling my cock and or balls, a finger in my already wet asshole and a couple of firm slaps to my ass cheeks. While it lasted maybe 20 seconds, it seemed like an eternity.All of a sudden they. She could enjoy every kind of sex, from slow, gentle, passionate love-making to animalistic, aggressive, and intense fucking. Her body could readily withstand and enjoy the vigour of my powerful movements in ways that a normal human couldn’t.I could really let myself go with Amara. No need to hold back or worry about harming her. I loved passionate and meaningful sex, but sometimes it was nice to let my primitive, animalistic side out and fuck as hard and fast as I could.Using all my strength. Those two concerned me. I hoped they kept their desire to do something worthwhile. I knew it was hard to remember we were there to drain the swamp, when you were up to you ass in alligators.The pot crop might be a big temptation, if I brought them into it. I even had to remind myself every day that it wasn’t about the money. It was about helping people. I hoped I could remember that when we started to have something to sell.I had no idea at that time how long it was going to take to bring in a.