‘Beats the hell out of the swill they try to pass off as coffee back at the station. Does that bean pickin’ son of a bitch, Juan Valdez, bring it ...ere on his little donkey?’ I just smiled. The three of us spent time taking a detailed tour of the vineyard. Both Lisa, and surprisingly Hawk, asked a lot of good questions and really seemed interested in what was here and how it all worked. When the sun was high in the sky and the heat had become oppressive, I suggested we go in and get some. I was helpless to resist as he’d done too good a job tying my hands behind my back. He used my head, lifting and lowering it at a fast pace as he fucked his cock with my mouth again. Occasionally he’d pause and hold my head still while he thrust upward into my mouth and would choke me with his cock as he held it at my throat. He fucked my face for what must have been at least 10 minutes. I was exhausted! My mouth was sore, my jaw ached, my throat hurt, my neck hurt, I was drooling like a. ” The coffee was finishing and I poured three cups and handed them out.I said, “Good morning, my love. Good morning, Susan.”Moments later, my mother came in and started breakfast. Morgan and I helped her. It would be a light breakfast since we would be leaving for Sunday school and church soon. It was sausages and biscuits. Mom was using a refrigerated can of biscuits and frozen sausages. Fifteen minutes later, everything was ready and set out with three jars of mustard and paper plates. I. "A toast!" I waited until I had everyone's attention, and their glasses were filled and raised."I salute the Legion of the Doomed." I toasted."To the Legion!" They replied in unison.Ginny slid off my lap and stepped out in front of everyone."This evening has been wonderful, and I thank you for all the good thoughts and wishes I've received today. Today was not really about me though, and it wasn't really a surprise. Davey and I planned this evening as an excuse to get us all together again,.