I excuse myself to look for a box. When I return she is sitting waiting for me. I load up the box when Susan tells me that isn't necessary. I tell her...it's no problem. She say, no, it isn't that, I'm here for something else. I must of had a puzzled look on my face. Susan demeanor turns shy. Where she tells me whats going on. She says, I have known for some time that you and Brenda are swingers. Brenda and I even talked about it and she has invited me to join you two and invited me to a swinger. The best, or worst, depending on your point of view, part was they'd act embarrassed and put it back in place right away, leaving me with only a sneak peek. I knew it was planned behavior since all three of them had the same accident two or three times.If they wanted my blood boiling they'd come up with a good method. I managed to eat my supper, but as soon as I was done I dragged Nanita off to the furs, untying her halter-top and thong along the way. I was plowing her field before the other. He wanted to confirm whether it was from the daily workload she undertook or whether she suffered it due to her husband's ill health. As he possessed a cure for her exhaustion, he wanted to make sure the cause of it and after having watched her for so many days, he finally came to the conclusion that her weariness was not because of the workload but it was for not having been sexually satisfied. And as such her body ached for it which made her physically tired. He knew it was difficult for him. "I'm sorry Miss James but the gaffer says we have to have full payment before we can release a vehicle." Nathalie pointed out she had lots of bags to carry and she had a date with of her boyfriend's friends that night. "Come into the gaffer's office with me Miss James and I am sure he will be able to help." Nathalie followed the lad into the back office. An older black man sat behind a desk. He smiled when he looked up and saw Nathalie. "What's the problem Desmond?" The young lad indicated.