I thought I’d try to find that old sawmill and look around this evening. It’s almost seven. Better be going. The bacon and eggs were great.’ ‘...ay, you aren’t going to write all them things I just told you, are you?’ Tony questioned with a second thought about going on the record. ‘If that’s the way it happened, then that’s the way I’ll write it,’ I answered as I closed the door behind me and the little brass bell tolled. The rain had stopped, the evening sky was clearing. I threw back the hood. The accountant says, "Before we begin, I'll need to ask you a few questions." He gets her name, address, social security number, etc. and then asks, "What is your occupation?" I'm a whore," she says.The accountant is somewhat taken back and says, "No, No, No, that won't work. Let's try to rephrase that"The woman says, "OK, I'm a high-end call girl"."No, that still won't work. Try again."They both think for a moment and the woman says, "I'm an elite chicken farmer."The accountant asks, "What. Baitne ke liye jagha nai tha. hamne manaa kar diya ki hum nahi jayenge.phir contector ne khai age sawari utrenge to sit hoo jayegi maine tarni se puchha usne kaha thik hai chalten hain nahi too jyada raat hoo jayegi tarni mere agee apni mast chal se bus chadi aur mai uske piche oo bus ke under ek tarf kar ke khadi hoo gai aur mai uske pichee baten karte khada hoo haya us samya mai use touch nai kar raha tha. aur bhi kuch sawari mere piche opposite khade hoo gaye jise se mai tarni ko uske gand. Go easy, my friend. Don’t forget your size and be gentle. Terry, get your ass over here and sit on this pole," she walked slowly over to me and started to straddle my legs. I stopped her and told her to turn around. This way she could see what Tony was doing to Jan.She held my cock upright, and slowly lowered herself onto it. As she sank down, she let out a low moan that lasted until she had me buried in her.Tony was finished with the pre-fuck stuff, and Terry stopped posting on me to watch the.