"As we walked into town, I noticed a large clock on what must have been the town office building. Just on a whim, I set the clock on the GPS, which I ...as still carrying for some reason.We walked down the street until we came to the blacksmith's shop. He was a huge man with bulging biceps. We watched him as he pounded out a horseshoe, working the bellows with one foot, while his muscles bulged with every swing of his hammer.He set the partially formed shoe back in his fire and looked up at us.. "Would it matter?" she said, "I mean, really, if it’s one, it might as well be more than one, right?" Is my wife gonna be slut tonight?" "I’ve always been a slut for you---now I’m gonna be everyone’s slut." At thatpoint I heard a long drawn-out moan. "What is it?" "Jezus H. Christ!" was all she said. My imagination now went into full tilt, and I could her hear her whisper, "That’s a mutha-fuckin’ dick!" I was imagining my trampy brown-eyed little wife sticking her hand down her white shorts. I was fucking her hard. She was moaning in pleasure with every stroke. She was making sweet sounds. I started kissing her lips, her cheeks and was moving down. There I reached, unbuttoned her blouse and freed her big boobs.Her soft and big boobs had become hard due to excitement. Took both in hands and started squeezing was also kissing and licking them. Loved it. I have dreamed of it. I moved down and removed her saree. She was all nude now. I opened her legs and kissed on cunt.I started. "So?" He asked Emily."I think it went fine, Mr. Cannon, sir." Emily said. "I went through the script word for word." That's wonderful, Emily. I'll make sure you'll have as much... Um..." Cannon searched for the right word."Smack." Emily quickly interjected."Is that what the kids call heroin." Mr. Cannon rhetorically asked. "Anyway, you'll have whatever $10,000 can buy you. Now please leave."Emily retreated, backwards. "Thank you sir, thank you!" She turned tail and briskly sped out of the hall,.