While chatting for a while I told that I also provide massage for which she was bit curious as I saw that from her instant replies in the chat. Also s...e told that she likes massage a lot and had only once during her honeymoon trip.Also she asked whether I provide only for women or for men too. Honestly I’m not interested in giving massage to a guy and since I was in money crisis I told that I provide for both for which she agreed and told that she will call in a week for massage for herself and. She would work, then walk to the small pool and strip down and bathe. The men would come soon, and they would leave. I knew that after the harvest they would be gone and I would be safe again. Then came the disaster. One of them stepped off the trail onto a side animal trail to urinate. I could see him reaching for his fly. He stepped right into one of my small animal snares, it tripped and jerked his foot out from under him as the branch snapped back. He was too heavy for it to hold him, but. He ain't mean nothin' by it, he just got e'cited!" The whorish wife's eyes flooded with tears as she pleaded for her pathetic husband's life, desperate not to be responsible for another man's life being lost over her vagina, and even more desperate for her lover to stay out of prison. "Think 'bout where they put ya if you kill again! Las' time they said it's ya last time! Ain't no comin' back from it again!" The doctor closed his eyes, a heavy sigh releasing immense pressure as he decompressed. "Pietro and I have been together before. But we haven't done it -- the doctor says I'm not ready." What HAVE you done?" Phyllis demanded.Brie shrugged, unrepentant. "Blowjobs. Everybody KNOWS I do that. I taught Pietro to lick me."Randy looked around. "You know what? It's too fucking late! Everybody just go back to bed and let it sit until morning. Cheesecake..." He eyed Brie, then eyed Pietro. "Fuck it." He waved it off. "What were you guys gonna do?" he asked Bobby and Pete."Probably fuck in.