“Trudy, is Mrs. B okay? She has never missed supper before.”“She’s been sick most of the day, she will be fine. See you in the morning,” and...she was gone. The next morning, Mrs. Benson was not at breakfast. I passed it off that she was still sick. Tommy and I were back on the tractors shortly after breakfast. Mr. Benson told us how to fluff the hay, and we were off to get it done. Fluffing the hay is almost like raking. As I ran over the previously cut grass, the rake fluffed the grass and put. "Many mens of the porters would trade wages for chance to drop their sperms in your lovely wife's tummy. They not often get chance to have pretty girl take dicky-dick in mouth and make it shudder to release white life juice. Most wives not do anymore after married, and porter say ones who do usually fat and ugly anyway. They really like pretty girl wife. You know what means we do?"I nodded in agreement with his whispered confidences. "I'll have to ask Tess how she feels about that. I can't make. You're beautiful." Our faces were close, almosttouching. I could smell the rich aroma of wine on our breaths as theymingled together. Her hand was still on my arm."You're beautiful too," I said."You really think so?"I nodded, biting my lip. Just then, the alarm for the cookies went off. I couldn't tell if Danni was relieved or disappointed at theinterruption. Either way she moved away quickly, and we were soon backto work. We took the cookies out of the oven and carefully lifted themonto. Usually the customers would treat me to lunch, I would give them my sales pitch and off I would go to the next customer. After 4 days of this I was getting tired---and horny too! I figured I had the entire day to make it another hundred miles to the next customer! I decided to visit a massage parlor I had used several years ago. I had enjoyed that visit very much! It had been very unique in that I had been serviced by the masseuse, the mama-san greeter and her son by the time I had left. Hoping.