You laughed in frustration; I just smiled like an ornery little boy. You wanted to taste me, my cock still throbbing and hanging heavy from moments b...fore when we exploded with fervor. I teasingly moved forward and rested my cock on top of your head and you gently licked my balls like an ice cream cone, savoring the sea salt that had settled there. My cock, aroused from all the sensations filling me, became engorged like I had never experienced before. You knew from the weight on your head. He would find us no matter where we went. He would bring me back in chains, and I would be punished worse than you can possibly imagine. And, even if we could hide, how could we live without a job and no way to get one? And, what about Sally? You may think you could leave her behind in a trade for me, but I know you can’t. I won’t live with a man who dreams of a woman he can’t have.” “Support, however, is not always a financial issue, nor does security always mean a nest. Women also need. ‘My damn car just quit on me!’ she exclaimed. She kicked a tire, then winced. It never pays to kick something harder than your foot. Especially when you’re wearing sandals. ‘Goddammit!’ the girl said. She began to cry. ‘Why the hell does everything in my life have to go to shit?’ ‘Hey, come on,’ Mitch said. The girl was reasonably attractive, petite and thin, with long dark brown curly hair she had pulled up into a fluffy shoulder-length pony-tail. She looked like she was in her teens, but. " I was just saying that because it was so seldom that I even talked to anybody at all. It sounded funny in my head saying that. "I've been giving it some thought and I've decided to get off the ranch more often, and to take a more active role in trading the herd. I thought that things went well here while I was gone before, but I worry about if something had come up where a real decision needed to be made. I've been thinking about it some, and I want to try you out as foreman of this ranch." I.