"You heard the girl. She's tired, but I'm not."Tim looked at the ground, ashamed. He was debating it. His little cock was still twitching in the cage,...aching for relief."Besides, I haven't even fucked you in the ass since that first day," I walked up close to him and whispered in his ear. "Don't you want to feel the real thing? Don't you want to feel my warm cock filling up your asshole?" N-no... I don't want it..."I ignored him, "You just have to beg for me to fuck you deep in your tight. . the Clark forklift four cylinder started ... in the rain.“If it’s working you get a working reach of seventy five feet,” said the eminently reasonable salesman.“I’ll bet ... but right now scrap steel is selling for a buck a ton delivered to the railhead. A dollar a ton won’t pay for fuel to say nothing about truckers wages. It’s sitting here because you can’t sell it. I’ll buy it for scrap and take my chances. Fourteen thousand pounds. Seven tons. Seven bucks ... off the lot.” Off the lot. Why?" I asked."It's huge. I belive it was meant for a dorm. It's all electric, and we have plenty of that from the wind turbines," she replied as she set her silverware down and covered the plate with her napkin.We finished eating, and I went to the living area. I turned the lights on as I went to the water room. I started laying out the pipe the way I wanted it, and then I went for the tools I would need. Jane helped me carry the equipment, and laid out the power cord so I could use the power.
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