”“Marshal, you mean to tell me you have forty one thousand head of beef cattle? My God, Man, you could glut the market if you sold all of them at ...nce with prices down below fourteen dollars a hundred the way they are and the drought still hanging over us.”“I’ve got a market for all of mine, except for first time momma cows with young calves, Mr. Dirksen. I could get you a pretty good deal on yours too, if you’d sell me that hay machine so we could bundle our hay and store all of it in the. ”“Ah Ah Ah.” She tutted as she kissed him sweetly, “That’s Marsha Franklin now baby. You are going to love New York. My apartment has a beautiful view overlooking Central Park, plenty of scenery to take in as you press me up against the glass and cum inside me. Or even better, we can go out on the balcony as all those people pass by underneath, completely unaware of me sucking your cock and you devouring me every single morning when we wake up for breakfast.”Bob immediately felt a tightness in. ’ Then, ‘thanks again, by the way.’ I turned to look at her over my shoulder. Probably something real art models aren’t supposed to do, but I couldn’t resist. She looked at my face, and saw me smiling at her. Was she smiling back? Or just trying to mimic the expression on my face, to feel its stresses? ‘Glad to.’ I said. ‘Maybe you can model for me, sometime.’ ‘Oh?’ she played along, ‘What’s your medium?’ ‘I guess there’s only one way to find out.’ She smirked. ‘Hey, ‘what is done in love is. L: Same here. I masturbated twice last night thinking of you. It was awesome S! L: Would you like to meet in person S?S: Not now L. But, I sure would love to meet you. I will let you know when I am comfortable to meet up L: Okay S. No issues.Our chats continued for several days. I think, close to around 2 months. We both got very comfortable with each other and were chatting almost every night. It always ended up in erotic chat and S’s sexual relationship with her husband. I gave her.