He was only asking about Roxie, after all. He shook his head. What would his brother be able to explain to him? He was a fool, after all. He turned ba...k to shoveling out the trench.He toiled another hour until the job was done. When he finished he stood alongside it and watched the water running free. He’d done a good job. He was tired and happy. He went into the barn to wash up. After that, he would fix himself some lunch and relax for a bit until it was time for afternoon milking.Cal found. . do what? His imagination stopped there even if he knew there would be more.He remained erect, and now painfully so, while Sandrine took him through the names of every vegetable he knew and some he’d never heard of.Finally, with a giggle and a smile, Sandrine took mercy on him.“Enough for today, Roger, do you think?”Roger couldn’t think, but he nodded. Once more he was locked in anticipation, as if his mind had seized and refused to contemplate either what was happening or what might happen.. " Thank you Carly. You may pleasure me now." May I ask a question first?" Go ahead" How should I distinguish between you and mistress?" Call me Grace unless you're pleasuring me, then call me mistress Grace. How does that sound Michelle?"Michelle grumbled a reply and focused on trying to move out of bed."I guess that's a yes. Pleasure me now Carly." Yes, Mistress Grace."I removed the covers and let Carly go to work. I nibbled on my breakfast between orgasms as Carly manipulated my cunt. “That they are,” he agrees. “Things are ... get out!”Without needing to look for herself or questioning her partner, Samantha opens the door and dives for the pavement. Spencer follows suit, right behind her, throwing himself over her body. Less than a second later the car explodes with a deafening blast. Both agents are flung wildly across the ground, rolling and twisting over one another until slamming into another of the parked cars.Standing up, Spencer feels a bit disoriented, but nothing.