The tray was piled high with croissants and jams of all colors. Also set out on the tray was a small pot of tea.I picked up a croissant and a knife an... lightly spread the red jam across it.I took a bite.Some of the flakes fell off and landed on my chin.It was the best thing I'd ever tasted.I quickly picked up another pastry and this time simply dipped it in the jam rather than wasting time with the knife. I quickly devoured the entire plate, and I was still hungry.Jon was gazing at me. “You men know that would mean each of you could buy around forty thousand acres with that kind of money. Do y’all really want a ranch with that many acres?”“We talked about it and I told them I’d like to have about that much, maybe a little more to raise cattle and breed horses. I’d like to do like y’all are doing here on Crow Ridge and raise all our own hay, corn, and oats for feed too.”“Then we’ll let Jon David handle all this money. I’ll tell Jefferson and Howard to be on the lookout for a. I could feel the head of his hard cock as he rubbed it up and down my wet slit. He began to message my clit with the fat head of his cock. It felt outstanding and my pussy continued to drip juices in appreciation. Mustache man stood on the opposite side of the car and stood over me head, which was slightly hanging over the edge. He continued fondling my tits. He squeezed my nipples between his index fingers and thumbs and pulled while shaking my whole breast roughly. It was. Amanda said something but it was impossible to make it out with a cock in her mouth, “you’re such a slut, you can’t even stop sucking my cock long enough to say something to me. What kind of president are you? Can you image what people would say if they knew what we did?” Amanda moaned as Michael said this to her, she reached down under her skirt and began to rub her clit though her panties. “Does sucking my cock really get you off that much”, Michael said as he placed his hand on the girls.