“Take off your coat and have a seat. I am here to serve you tonight and to look after your every need”. Paul did as he was directed. When he sat d...wn, Marie got up, placed her cigarette in an ashtray, poured a glass of white wine, and headed in Paul’s direction. She handed Paul the glass of wine and suggested that he take a cigarette from a champagne glass on the table beside him. The glass was full of Benson and Hedges 100’s menthols, Paul’s favourite brand. As Paul selected a cigarette Marie. Like all farmers, our days started at 5 a.m. with a healthy breakfast. Breakfast was always a big affair on the Worthington Farm with platters of eggs and bacon or sausages, and stacks of flapjacks to consume before. We all ate together in the kitchen seated around the table that Jethro made in his woodworking shop. It was a cozy arrangement with a leather-covered bench on each side and leather upholstered chairs on each end. Jethro had designed the whole thing using the CAD program that I had. Sue ordered a drink at the bar and waited. After 20 minutes she received a text. It said she had to pick up a guy in the bar, and give him a blow job, keeping the cum in her mouth and then find Tracy in the car park before she could swallow. Again she had little choice as the alternative was those animals of Mikes so she looked around the bar to find a man. In the corner was a guy sitting alone so she walked over and asked if she could join him. They had a couple of drinks and then to her. Really good. What happened yesterday, however, almost seems to me like it was a curious and thrilling dream. Yet here we are…”“Here we are,” Frank repeated and softly squeezed his wife’s hand.They were looking at each other, smiling as if they had just gotten to know one another. Their faces slowly came closer and closer, and within a mere moment, Frank and Sandra were kissing each other. Their lips locked and their tongues were dancin. To Frank’s relief, there was no strange taste in Sandra’s.