Carrie sat down on the edge of the bed with her breasts still pushedtogether.Jim minced over and lifted up the hem of his apron. His little dick wasst...aining against his black panties and couldn't be more than 2 incheshard. It was all Carrie could do to suppress a giggle."Ok, ready?" Jim said biting his plump little lip."Go for it," Carrie said not expecting much.Jim pulled down his panties releasing his tiny cock and tried to push itup through Carries breasts but failed to even get. "You can go now, I've finished with you," she said coldly.The young man seemed a little surprised at my sister's attitude."Can I have your number?" he asked sheepishly."No. I don't think so. You weren't that good," she said heartlessly.She smiled as the young man's head sagged."Go on! Fuck off back to the party. I'll follow on later so people won't notice us returning together," she ordered.The young man sauntered away; heading back towards the light and sounds of the party.I zipped my fly and. I believe she is attempting to set you up with me.’ ‘I think so too.’ ‘And I’m just a farmer like any other landowner around here.’ ‘Yes of course Mr Matthews. So I take it that big newspaper article about you was a load of rubbish?’ Russell ran a finger around the inside of his collar. ‘Um actually it was a very accurate story. I shall not lie to you Miss Dubois.’ ‘And why are you now addressing me formerly?’ ‘Because you chose not to call me Russell. My mother taught me etiquette.’ ‘Oh. I am quite good at giving blow jobs. If I give you a blow job, may I keep my job?" Lock the door and show me your skills. If you are as good as you say, I might reconsider. On your knees, Ms. West. Help me unbuckle my pants." Yes, sir. I can do this. You will see what a great cock-sucker I am."Mr. Johnson went over to his couch, and Ms. West stood in front of him. She helped him undress and pulled his pants and boxers to his ankles. She wrapped her hands around his cock and stroked him.