I strained to listen, but couldn’t hear anything at all, but all my instincts told me something was off. Pushing open the door a little more. I call...d out, “Sam, it’s Joe, I’m coming inside, you left your door open.”This time I heard it. Somewhere inside the flat someone groaned and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.I edged further into the flat, wondering if I should call for backup, but then if it turned out Sam had the flu or something, I would look really stupid. “Sam, where are. Or should I say you came IN the right girl." A second later she was riding his cock like she hadn't been fucked in months. She drove his prick as far up her pussy as she could get it, and then raising each time until the head was on the verge of coming out of her clasping lips before thrusting her weight down the pole to bottom against his massive balls."So good, honey, so good," she panted. "It's been too long, I need that hard cock every day, or twice a day, or more, you hear?"Bobby grunted. I swung the baton across his face. There was a loud crunch. It was the sound of his jaw breaking. Bringing the weapon back, I forced it across his face a second time. With the second strike, he collapsed over the gate. Jack charged at me, gritting his teeth. I leapt over the gate. Once my feet were back on the ground, I went into a roll, whirling the baton towards the charging goon, smashing it into his kneecap. He went face first onto the pavement.He started screaming, “You broke my fucking. "The weight came to 967 pounds, and that was worth $67.69. Man, I felt like I was coining money! "Jack, that is great for me. I think that I can use between 900 and 1,000 pounds of hog carcasses at every delivery. A little over that might be even better, but don't push yourself too hard. I don't know how much it will take to saturate the market because we are drawing customers from out of town as my shop's reputation spreads over the quality of the meat. You are doing a wonderful job—please.