I'll tell you what -- I'll let you get it from the horse's mouth." I picked up the phone, punched the built-in wireless intercom, and buzzed upstairs....Boss?" Luz? Perfect. Can you come downstairs?" You need something?" Just you. Come dressed -- Jorge is here." Okay." A couple of minutes later, Luz waddled in wearing a maternity stretch jean skirt, a tube top, and flip-flops. "What's up, Boss?" Jorge wants to know what we do. He claims that it will help him protect us. I'm a little concerned. " It's hard to take, Dewey. Real hard!" It always is, Kid." Fuck! I don't have anywhere to go, Dewey! What do I do? Go on home and get some half-assed job in an office somewhere? I want to be a ballplayer, goddamn it!" You can try to catch on somewhere, Freddie, but believe me, it's only going to prolong the agony for you... Unless..." Unless what, Dewey?" There's maybe one thing you could do. It's a real long shot, but it's your only shot. Believe me, I'm not recommending it. You'd be way. We reached her bungalow which was big and went inside . It was tastefully done, with a bar in one corner of the living room. We straight away went there and she poured two glasses of single malt whisky. Our talks resumed.After around 30 mins and 2 pegs each, the atmosphere was relaxed. I had spread out on the sofa and she was on the opposite one with her legs stretched and the dress was pulled up to her thighs. I couldn’t resist watching those sexy pair of meaty legs. She saw that and asked me. When it was firmly implanted, he took the ties attached and tied them around her legs, then her waist. There was no way to expel the rod. She was impaled. He pushed the heel of his hand against it while she cried even more. He watched her cry for a few moments as she adjusted to the feel of the rod in her as much as she could. He then untied her from the bench, lifted her and carried her to a low table and put her on her back. He retied her wrists to one end of the table, one on each leg. He.