It was obvious to the Deputy that my cock had oozed some cum on her legs.The Deputy said, "you were doing 30 miles per hour over the limit."I said, "I...m sorry officer, I was a bit distracted."The Deputy said, "I can see that. You are in a heap of trouble mister. However, I'll tell you what I'll do. If you will let me do that to your daughter I won't give you a ticket."Of course, I did not want a ticket or trouble with the Deputy or going to jail, so I agreed. The Deputy got in the passenger. I told her to meet me at West End Hotel in town on Sunday by 2:30pm, she said ok and I hung up. I started thinking of all the things I'll do to her on Sunday that I had a full and painful erection. I left my office and went into my toilet and jerked off. Coming out from the toilet, I thought to myself - that Ezinne is a slut and that they won't be need for me to waste money paying for a big hotel rather am going to take her to a run down Motel and fuck the hell out of her. I picked up my phone. My brothers never seemed to be as close to my parents as I was, and they certainly didn’t share my love for the farm. As soon as they could, all of them, in turn, left to go back East to college. The last I heard was that they had earned degrees and married and were never coming back. It was no great loss to me as we never shared any common interests or loves.I settled into my new role as manager of the farm. My father put me in charge after my last brother had left. I felt like a huge hole in. 25 percent. "Okay," I said, "let's go to seven thousand."That was easy. At seven thousand volts there was no sign of any problem. "Okay," I said. "ten five." That was close enough to seventy-five percent voltage to satisfy me. Again the right number showed up on the screen and there were no problems.Cindy turned and smiled at me. She smiled at Bill. "Here goes," she said.The operator looked at her and smiled, then looked at me. "Thirteen eight?"I nodded in assent. "Here goes!" the operator.