‘John didn’t cause the mold…. Those stupid college kids didn’t stack it right, and caused the mold. Fucking idiots…! It looks like we’ll l...se at least half.’ He made a face and changed his voice to a higher pitch. ‘I’ve got a degree, I know what I’m doing.’ He spit in the dirt. ‘If they had a brain they’d be dangerous!’ He ended, kicking the dirt with his worn boot. ‘Half… that’s over twenty tons… We’ve already got buyers.’ I cussed under my breath. ‘Who the hell is this John? I know you. She parked and gave her men some instructions in their language and then took Jeff into the office.She had to wait while Norman had the telephone head set on and was typing an addition to a work order.When he was done she introduced her father to Norman.The phone rang and Fay and her father watched as Lee came in with her crew.Lee jumped down from the driver's seat and told one of her Latinos something in Spanish. He made an angry reply.Rudy got beside her as if to protect her.Lee pushed Rudy. "What you doing?" he asked while plopping down on the side of her bed next to her, having abandoned the idea of entertaining himself. Once again, Tiffany ignored him. "I'm talking to you!" He slapped the magazine out of her hands rudely."What do you want?" she demanded while turning to face him. She did not care that she was flashing him a full view of her bare chest. It was not like there was much to look at. Her round globes were quite small, being able to fit in the palm of her hand with. I reached down and grabbing a handful of pubes gave them a tug. "Enjoying Captive?". "No" she winced. I tightened my grip and pulling harder asked the same question. "Yes" she finally admitted. I ordered to lay her on the exam table,the F/M guard tying her hands above her head and legs to the stirrups. Now with her legs fully spread I began to rub her hairy wet slit with my fingers, her body writhing trying to escape my now probing fingers. Asking the F/M Guard "how's he doing over there?", she.