She got up, went to her things, got 6 cloak pins and found the kitchen boy. "Take these to the blacksmith and tell him I want them pounded as thin an... narrow as possible into 1' pins and yet have strength. Excess metal make into additional pins. Temper and sharpen one end." In the tool shed she found pliers, 3 braziers, a poker with the hook broken off, a hammer and tacks, two augers and twine. The tack shed yielded her carriage whip, a bullwhip, rope, and 2 hobbles. The wagon shed held a. I was really getting into sucking when there was a knock at the door some one wanting in I had to back off his prize let him put it up so I could answer the door before this guy tore it off. As I opened the door another huge black guy stormed in straight to the uranyl pissing as he went shaking his big cock to try to slow things down as he finished he turned shaking a very large stud meat asking what were we doing in there with the door latched before I could answer the guy that I had been. “Oh my god… harder,” I yelled. “My pleasure,” he said pulling back and almost out of me. When he shoved back into me I screamed again and heard him growl. He held deep inside me and pulled me away from the door. I panicked that he was going to drop me so I grasped his neck. He smiled and carried me to a desk and sat me down. “Turn around and lean on the desk,” he ordered coldly. I looked up at him as innocently as I could and did as he said. I pushed out my bottom and looked back at him. He. "These guys know you call me Chuck. As long as youdon't make it "Chuckles" I'm all right."I laughed softly and turned to the two men."Cinnamon, please meet Philip Reinhart, the CEO of Reinhart Enterprisesin California, and his attorney, Jess Downy. We represent themnationally, although we almost never get together. Phil is a very oldfriend. He was there when Annie and I met."Now, shall we all sit? Coffee?"No one had ever gotten me coffee, not to my recollection. I declined.Phil did the same..