She told him, ‘We have sorted things out ok. I will be the breadwinner and bitch will be the housewife. I am putting bitch on estrogen tonight.’ M...ster Jack said, ‘As it should be.’ Mistress then added, ‘The problem is now bitch is unemployable and we may lose this house.’ Master Jack then sounded concerned when he said, ‘I understand, perhaps, I can arrange a job for that worthless bitch. I will get back to you on that.’ There was a long pause and he clicked off. Mary took me to bed and had me. You can imagine how much I argued with her!When Monday came around, I went to the stagecoach coach office to let them know that I was ready to start working for the company. Mr. Armitage was glad to see me—there had been a robbery on Saturday. One passenger had been killed and another one raped, so he could hardly wait for me to get started. I did not dawdle, but headed directly for the place most likely to be hit on Monday.Unfortunately, I was too late to prevent the robbery, but I did get. Maybe it was because he told her she looked a lot like his own mother, and that made this whole thing even more illicit. Dirtier. Once, right after he finished stretching out her pussy for the fourth time in 2 hours (!) they were lying there trying to catch their breath and his phone rang, and it was his mother. The picture on the caller ID looked like it could have been Meredith’s slightly older sister. It should have freaked her out. It didn’t. She thought it was hot as hell, and after. Well, Sara was talking to me about this friend of hers she wants me to meet, and I’m not really paying attention to what she’s telling me. I’m just sort of lost in the haze between music, secondhand smoke, and the surrounding people. Sara decided that she’s said enough, finally, and wants to dance. I’m all for it, so we danced to a couple of salsas, and we made it back to the table. I was about to sit down, when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Casey is there in all of her glory. ‘Hey, Professor!.