Amber grasps your cock, her hands are so small, you really do look enormous. I better help her. I grasp your ever-swelling penis, and now we both have...our hands on you."Alexis, let me teach you how to properly masturbate a man" Amber says to the both of us. "I want you to assist me, however. I think he's got a huge load backed up." Slowly, but firmly, she begins to rub you.Feel her slender hands moving up and down your shaft. Watch as she determinedly pumps your penis, and I watch, starry-eyed. “Sure. Once in a while when I think I ‘m about to get lucky, once the person realizes that I have a missing hand they cannot get away from me quickly enough,” he informed me, but before I could respond he continued, “I’m never offended… people are what they are, so, what the fuck,” he concluded, matter-of-factly.“Generally, however, my disfigurement provokes little or no reaction at all,” he informed me, with a smile. Then, with an impish look on his face, he resumed, “Of course, then there are. I was to be executor for the children's money.We were at a lawyer's office making sure the kids were getting their fathers farm and everything coming to them. Things were definitely simpler in 1880. The farm had been bought outright, so that was no problem. The taxes were up to date, and while their father had not had a lot of money left, at least they would realize whatever we could get for the sale of the farm and whatever equipment we put up for auction.We were going to keep a few things. Someone knocked at her door. ‘Come in!’ she yelled. John Francois walked in, the epitome of the word ‘debonair’. ‘Good afternoon, Makena. Can I speak to you for a minute?’ Makena wanted to roll her eyes. How many different ways do I have to say ‘you can’t have my goodies’ for him to get it? ‘How can I help you?’ she asked. John sat, uninvited, into one of the seats in front of her desk. He pulled out several menus. ‘Which one of these five star restaurants should I take you to tonight?’ he.