His messages continued in this vein for some weeks. Time and again I was disgusted at myself for spending time with someone like that, but again and a...ain I went back to it.Because of my continued attendance to his messages, he became even worse in the things that he said to me, then after a short time he told me that I was, "such a filth pig and a fucking whore" that I wouldn't be able to help myself, and would have to meet up with him.Of course I ignored this, knowing that I could never meet. They'd missed the contract season, meaning they hadn't sold the crop to a winery (or wineries) based on the expected volume of the crush, the term for the bulk grapes, before the harvest. Now, they were hoping to sell at auction, for a price of around $1400 per ton."I need to pay a flat rate of one hundred and sixty dollars a day per head to the broker, since we're so far from the Central Valley they have to drive them out here. Each worker can pick, say, nine hundred pounds a day on the first. "Tom got up and wrapped the sheet around him."So we're having pancakes?" he said, still a little bleary."Oh, I've changed my mind about the crepes, I have a better breakfast in mind - go have you're shower."Tom went about his morning ritual, he freshened up and had a hot shower The heat (and Gayle's shower massage) removed all the kinks his shoulders had developed sleeping on the couch. The water running down his front also reminded his cock that it had had no attention in quite a while. He. The dress was fairly sheer and one could see through it if the light was right. Dave smiled as he caught a glimpse of the panties and bra through the silkiness of the dress. Dave opened the door and they stepped out into the brilliant light of the full moon and started towards the white stretch limo waiting at the end of the driveway. Once they were seated in the back seat, Dave produced a blind fold and gently placed it over Ami's eyes. She didn't protest, but was very curious about what.