I had, well, 100 Conchs in the bank by 50 Shells per Conch, so... 5000 Shells? How many logs would it take? I hedged. “Half a Shell. Two Quads per p...le.” Surely it would take less than a thousand piles to make a temporary cofferdam!He accepted that, and we had a deal. I pointed out that this was a fixed price. He had to make his rig, procure his logs, and pay his workers from that Shell. “Done, Lord Jason! Where do you want them?”Someone had come up with a slate that could be drawn on with. I proceeded to do that but in the process I ended up losing everything. My house, my car everything. I was on the streets.One day while I was roaming the streets of the city looking for a job a shiny convertible pulled up next to me. Inside Sheen was sitting next to me... looking as hot as ever in a red dress.She took me home and fed me. Then she came out with her proposal. Rob she said I know you are in dire straits and in desperate need of a job. I also know how much you love me. SO my offer. Samantha looked into her dark chocolate brown eyes and at the smile gracing her bee stung lips, and she felt a calming presence come over her. Her breathing slowed, the tears stopped, and she reached out and took her hand. Her mind raced as tears flowed down her face. The two young women led Samantha down the winding twisting corridors and up a couple of flights of stairs until they ended up at the guest suite where Sean Mallory had stayed the night before. Lydia helped Samantha into the room. He reached down between Beth's legs, wet his fingers in her cunt and wiped a combination of her juices and his sperm onto her asshole. Beth drew a sharp breath."You really aren't finished with me yet, are you?" She heard him spit. "Are you gonna fuck my ass too?"Without responding, he wiped his spit onto the head and shaft of his dick."You're a quite one, aren't you? Strong silent type?" Beth teased and laughed to herself.Beth felt him touch his cock's bulbous head to the entrance to her ass.