You're not old school lame ass like some here," She said."Nope. I'm not. But I also know my limits. Especially with students," I responded.Meg just sm...led."I'd never tell anyone what we talk about. Or do," she responded.I looked over her shoulder again. I felt my face turning red. Meg laughed."Oh come on Mr. D. I'm only giving you shit," she said.I looked at her. And I finally had the voice to speak."Oh really?" I said with a smirk.I was calling her out. I knew it was a risk. But at this point,. The tiles we made ourselves, but then the locals preferred thatch, so it wasn’t a barterable product. I encouraged the spinners to start work in producing wool yarn and then turn that into clothing; we might make more profit that way and give people choice. Choice always helps stimulate the market, Gricolus had once said. I really hoped I could keep him alive, he was so useful. We would eat our own food and trade some too. The slaves, I mean ex-slaves, would eat better now, so more food was. Usne mere lund ko pakad ke aage peeche karne lagi thodi hi der me excitement k karan me jhad gaya toh wo hath hat a liya aur boli ye kya hua mene kaha kuch nai yehi toh wo cheez hai jiss se bachha paida hota hai toh usne kaha aisa kya aap to bahat kuch jante ho phir mene reply kiya ki aage aage dekho phir hota hai kya.Mene usko lund chusne ko kaha wo mana kar duya baad me jidd karne pe maan gayi aur suck karni suru ki woww mujhe toh laga me saatwe aasmaan me hun mera lund phir khada ho gaya. The two smiled at each other and then hugged. Patrick grabbed her ass playfully causing her to squeal and then sat down."I shouldn't make you any breakfast for that," said Ashley trying to sound angry."Maybe you should beat him with your spatula," I said."He'd enjoy that too much," chimed in Bree."She's right," added Patrick over our howls of laughter.Breakfast was served after Megan and Sarah made their way down. Grace was still getting ready and claimed she would just have a bagel anyways..