My third question is whether or not there is a limitation on the number of women who are attracted to me? Again, I am not complaining, but it can be o...erwhelming.I also wonder just how much fucking I can do before I give out. Based on a time limitation set by my school requirements, I seem to handle two women per night with no difficulty, and I can service three in a pinch. But I wonder how many I could serve in a continuous run if a time limit were not a consideration.My last question for. "Can't see?" asked Big Bill, and then hefted me into his lap before I could answer. "How's this?" I could feel his manhood pressing against me and realized he'd already extracted it from his pants.I smirked, knowing Stacey's magic was working, and that he saw nothing wrong with fucking me in the middle of the restaurant. I woozily tried to remember why I wanted him to do that, but the feel of his body distracted me. "Better," I panted, "but kind of uncomfortable." Plotting and scheming would. " he said. "Thats just what they are. Thats more efficient than a pipe with holes drilled in it. I can turn two of them off when it starts to boil." Just one more thing I need to do." He climbed to the loft and threw four bales of hay down. He came down and arranged them side by side in the middle of the empty stall across from the still. They were about six feet across. He walked to me and hugged me, turning me so I was looking at the hay. It looked like a bed. "Know what that's for?" Oh no. .. she’s looking at me? She’s looking at me.(He puts the big brown oversized bag on his head)Again, I started the applause, “Very nice. All the talk about the sandwich ... That could go a little faster. You will have to take at least one bite of it. Go ahead and chew for a while, swallow, then go on. The rest of it, I really liked your pacing.”“Lucy and Violet, come on up and finish this sequence please?”LUCYNo, Violet, the dress I am talking about was the very light blue one that had a design.