“You’re just wonderful. Oh, yes, Natasha, you’re making me cum! I love it! I love you!”“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped, frigging me. “Oh, I�...�m so happy. Isn’t cumming the best? All gooey and warm and yummy!”“Buttermilk biscuits,” I moaned.“Yes!” she moaned. “I need to cum, too!”“Have you ever used a strap-on?”“You mean dyke-cocks?” she asked. “That’s what Pete called them. He’d say: ‘Them dumb dykes say they don’t need men, but then why do they strap-on them dyke-cocks and fuck each other?’”“God,. I entered the woods from a path behind our house and did not see a restroom anywhere. I tried to remember the map I had looked at online. There had to be a restroom to clean up at, but I couldn't remember. Even if there was, I wondered how many people would I pass on the way?"Oh shit, Steven, I didn't realize you were recording this. I'm sorry, you should have told me you wanted to watch this later."I looked up and he had the phone camera pointed at me. Why the fuck did I hand him a recording. "You are telling me that there is a black market in the United States of America."William pursed his lips and nodded his head before he answered, "Yes." I thought that was a third world or war time phenomenon." Most people think that. I'd bet that most people who are involved in the second economy don't even realize that they are participating in a black market. They just figure they are earning a little extra cash to buy that DVD player at the electronics store," William said.Lucy shook her. I am going to have to change. Hold stage call for 10. Oh and there is someone on the staff, named Sally, who helped me when I was lost. Make sure she gets a big bonus, but I don’t want her to know it is from me.’ ‘How the fuck am I supposed to do that?’ Randy asked exasperated, ‘There might be 100 Sallys working in this fucking place.’ ‘Her last name is Rod something, long black hair, beautiful dark eyes. Anyway, tell her boss to give her a check for a year’s salary and tell her she won.