I toasted a sandwich on the wood stove. I guess it was more like grilling it in butter. The difference was my cheese sandwich had bacon on it. After I...discovered one could freeze bacon, I repackaged two slices in a pack then froze them. That was just so I could make bacon and cheese sandwiches.Part of the obsessive compulsive lifestyle said I had to fry the bacon, while I drank a cup of coffee, then I had to wipe the grease from the pan with a paper towel, which would make a hell of a fire. When we got into the kitchen I could see John leaning back on a chair with a big shit eating grin across his face. I was glad to see that the other guys had already left."Is she agreeable?" asked John."Yes," answered my husband. The Black man looked at me and I merely nodded. The hand was played. My husband lost. I couldn't believe it. Not only did we now owe him $22,000, but I had to do anything he wanted for one hour. My husband cried into his hands as the Black man stood and together we went. I arched my back, and we satisfied each other, humping hard and rocking to and fro. In fact long after she had spasmed again, fallen atop me and cried out for mercy, I was still going at it like a well digger, and she had to urge me to stop, pulling on my queue and pushing herself free. She brought me to another climax with her stroking hands while I knelt before her, shaking with lust, and I spurted out four or five creamy and wiggling streams under her milking ministration. I just sat back on. Get me a wet towel so that I can clean him up." Lucy Diamonds, you get away from Handlebar. We'll take care of him," High Roller said with a frown even as one of the other men ran off to fetch a towel. He had no idea what to do, but he felt that it wasn't right for her to get so messy because of one of them.Ignoring High Roller, she put a hand on Handlebar's forehead. It was burning hot. Not having medical knowledge, she didn't know what the problem was. She said, "He's got a high fever."High.