She smiled. The son of a bitch could not argue for shit. He could barelydefend himself in an argument. Hell, for all she knew, the Preacher sleptwith ...heep. And that was just too damn baa-aaad."She laughed at her own joke.Mistress Anita lived this kind of life. She gave the orders, and she atebon-bons. Miriam could get into that. She was ready for a female-ledmarriage. She had thought a long time over whether she should have keptPhyllis as a partner. Well, she could get her own Phyllis. She. I called Marge to make a date, but she didn’t seem interested, so I dropped the idea. I moved on to planning my next day’s work on the seeds, if they arrived. I did a lot of our business with the US mail. Forcing us to also worry about the federal charges, if I got caught importing the seeds without a license. I had read how few arrests there were for that kind of thing, so I wasn’t too worried. Everything involved in the weed business was a calculated risk.I left the courier planning up to. Delia appeared to be having as good a time as I was. By the time I could watch, her various experiments in movement settled into one she seemed to prefer. I liked it a lot, too. She was leaning forward enough for me to latch my lips onto one of those dark tipped, but golden, boobies. That caused a minor explosion from her, and about pinched me off at the root. The next one was much louder and longer. I erupted with her this time, and she practically went into convulsions.We didn't have an. "Your big cock says otherwise," said Becky grabbing his crotch again.Pete had heard enough. He hefted the wrench and crept over to the door. He found it unlocked and burst inside. "Freeze assholes. Get the fuck away from my wife."The three men as well as Becky jumped with fear. When she realized it was only Pete, she turned around and began sucking on the black man's penis again whch Pete saw was probably ten inches long. The black men looked scared until they saw he only held a wrench. Pete.