. he gently drove his middle finger inside my love hole . . . which felt amazing. He told me if I would keep quiet, he would teach me more if I wanted...him to. I told him I did and we got dressed and headed back to the cottage. That night the vision of his cock was in my mind as my finger brought me to many climaxes. Unfortunately, there wasn't an opportunity for anymore while there at the cottage, although I was wishing there was. I was just awestruck at the lewd display my uncle had provided. There was also a lot more drugs there than I was led to believe. There was roughly 400 lb of opium. That is enough to buy a small kingdom and pay for an army to take the next one. You name the drug it was there. I let the boys know to firebomb the other buildings. Most of the Mennonites were dead but I realized I had made a huge mistake. We attacked without cutting the phone lines. They had help on the way and we hadn’t loaded the money.I got the boys loading the money, but they were more. I couldn't watch for long, though. It was definitely getting to me, and I felt the need to talk to somebody. I speed-dialed Jack Tressler. Jack was a lawyer; a pretty good one from what I'd heard. He and I had met a couple years ago, when I consulted for him on a copyright case. We'd hit it off and continued as friends; playing tennis once a week, doing the bar scene together every so often, that sort of thing."Finch, Day, and Tressler," the receptionist answered. "How may I direct your call?". Oh ,God what was I to do.The I was told to put some stockings on,they were very fine and whitewith seams,I did as I was told,but was given help to get the seamsstraight,it was difficult for me particularly with the size of mybreasts.I have to admit,that the feel of them really aroused me(obviously the hormones),and this was noticed as I put my shoes backon,Jo grabbed my penis and began to masturbate it, I felt somethingenter my anus,as I was tottering on my heels it was that bastard.