“We can do that. Do you want it delivered or will you be picking it up?”“We’ll need to have it delivered. We’re living in the old O’Connel... house at the end of Plantation Lane. When can you deliver it?”“It won’t be until tomorrow, as I have deliveries in town to finish today. It will probably be tomorrow afternoon before I can get out there,” the owner told us.“That’s fine, we’re expecting other deliveries then also,” Owen told him before bargaining over the price of the firewood and its. After he was ready to go; I paid him for his quick fixing of the matter and I told him that I would give him a little extra for his trouble.Before he could even react, I grabbed hold of his huge black cock through his overalls. I could feel that it was huge even as it was soft yet. I then rubbed it through his clothes as I felt it getting harder.The black guy then smile at me, as he unbuttoned his overall.I then worked my little hands up and down his muscular torso. He finally let me pull his. He was faced with blank boxes with no indication of contents. By squeezing a box to one side, John caught a glimpse of a label. He squinted down the space. He could make out the words ‘workwear fabric’, so guessed that it was a bolt of material for making into clothing.That would make a change from animal hides, John was pleased to note. A quick scan by eye of the piles of boxes made him think that there were at least twenty bolts of cloth stacked up. That should be enough to makes clothes for. His right hand grabbed hold of my panty covered cock, while his left hand opened a small bottle of lube and squirted some onto his cock. His cock felt huge in my hand as I started to slowly stroke it, I was really getting into it when I heard a voice from behind us say Well well, look what we have here. Looks like my husband found us another pantyslut. I started to turn around but I felt her grab me from behind and whisper in my ear that she had this all on video so I had better cooperate. She.