I can't think of anything you can do about it except hire somebody from the other side of the Bay like you did before, maybe for a couple of days ever... month. Would that be enough?" I don't know. I've never done this. Hardly paid any attention when I was growing up. Saw the people out there working, but they were just part of the landscape. There's an old tobacco barn on the land I sold. I remember them packing the hogsheads. And the slave quarters are over there too."On her way back home she. I was throbbingly hard and my balls were sore from the excitement, but while she ground against me so seductively on the dance floor I nearly creamed my pants, she disappeared at the end of the dance and was nowhere to be found when the next song started. I was frustrated but not upset, because she was a good dancer and I had enough experience not to take her teasing personally. In any case, not only was I hard, I had a full bladder from two beers, so I waddled off like a bow-legged cowboy sore. Faye, that's a deal. You just watch me tonight. I will make you pay up." "I hope you do. I want to win. I want you to do good." I leaned over and quietly said to King, "I have a secret. You are my favorite player. I love watching you play." I could see from King's facial expressions that he liked what I said. He reached over and patted my thigh and said, "Thanks Mrs. Faye. I will be making every play and shot just for you." His hand still on my thigh. We looked into each other's eyes without. I lay wide eyed awake thinking about Bert and reliving the sensation of having a fat cock choking my throat. I could not wait to get back to Bert’s house.The work week was a blur. Work was insanely busy, 10 and 12 hour work days insured I had little time to think about sex and honestly having been drained of semen by both Bert and Alice left me with out interest in sex at all.I arrived at Bert’s house early on Sunday morning, I had loaded the car with my fishing gear the night before and Alice.