She seemed to needan incentive to begin talking, and if I didn’t speak up, perhaps shewouldn’t even begin. After a huge intake of brea...h she asked, “Are you attractedto me?” Of course I was attracted to her – she was in many of myfantasies. I nodded, unsure of what exactly she meant. “I have aproposal for you…” She paused, and I saw one of her hands that heldher water glass quivering. “I would like to be your mistress!” . ” I said.“I don’t like to be threatened,” Jessie said.“Nobody does, but most folks don’t like to be surprised either,” I suggested. “Oh one more thing. I will test the liquor from a random sample. If it isn’t straight, you will have a problem. I’m just saying be careful with your quality control.”“How much can you move?” he asked.“Probably forty gallons a week,” I suggested. “It doesn’t have to be that much, but it’s important that if you say twenty, you deliver twenty.”“It doesn’t work that. At this time he cooperated me to take out the dress by turning his body to hide his manhood and show his buttocks. At this I must explain his beauty. What a sight was that! What an arse he has! I certainly can say that I have never seen this much of back beauty in girls also. It was quite round and pulpy very wheatish and very soft like a cake. I put my hand and rubbed over that and kneaded that to at least 15 minutes. Mean while I could see his manhood also. It was tiny since it pressed it. "What are you watching?" she asked, as a young woman screamed and expired bloodily.I was distracted by the folds of that robe covering and uncovering her pussy as her hands moved the towel over her head."It's called Tucker and Dale versus evil," I said."That has to be rated R," she said, ruffling her hair harder. The belt of the robe slipped and it gapped open below her waist. She wasn't wearing the yellow panties this time. She wasn't wearing any panties at all. I was shocked to see, on her.