“ Jenny looked up, surprised, when she heard Erin’s voice falter for a moment, just to see that Kevin had his hands in her panties, and she was ru...bing his crotch pretty nicely as well. Then she turned her attention back to Steve, and with a short nod encouraged him to thrust again. I will not gag, she thought. I will not. Not now. Even if my throat hurts like hell, I will not gag. She would have gritted her teeth, but such a thing obviously wasn’s possible right now. And then came his first. After taking care of my few business interest, I would begin my work day by either heading to the pub for my daily dose of The Brit and our work schemes, or I would tend the still.The closest thing to a schedule I could manage was to constantly work mash. Work two barrels of mash at a time. It was still working my ass off with barely enough time to gather the ingredient. Even so I fell back into that routine. It still left me with enough spare time to do some things.After three weeks it began. If he couldn't do it he'd give me $5,000 and if he could, well, that would be his winnings.I felt pretty confident in my straight sexual orientation and said, OK, I'll take that bet!He said, OK, let's go down to my REAL man cave. He led me down some stairs to a basement I didn't know he had. The room was very typical of most man caves with an enormous 100 inch flat screen TV and leather couches and chairs. He led me off to the side where there was a kind of dentist chair with more padding. . The cars ahead of them were kicking up dust and obscuring the view of some of the vines as they passed storage buildings and equipment along the side of the road."What are we hoping to get?" she asked, this time generally curious."Remy likes a dozen or so cases of each of the varietals, depending on quantity. That generally gives him enough to serve and mark up steeply. The last deal was 24 cases of each varietal, and if I remember correctly, it was about fifteen hundred bottles. Trivial by.