God, she had been shamed and humiliated enough last night by that horrible landlord of theirs and she didn't think she would be able to go through it ...gain, no matter what. But... at the same time... she knew she had absolutely no choice and her delaying tactics were only to postpone the final moment as long as possible."Look, baby, we'll make it easy. One turn of the roulette wheel and you get to choose the color. If the little ball lands in your color, you win. If it lands in mine, then ole. "No, hell, I got it about done," he replied. "Grandad got the idea of having our own portajohns on the job site. Cleaning them may actually be worse, and I did that on the concrete crew two summers. Once you get these hosed out, you swab them down with disinfectant, right?" Yeah, it's in the shed," Crystal shook her head, and gave up the idea of telling him to take the hell off. She could see that it was hard for him to give up the idea of being a boatman, and he wanted to hang on as long as he. None of that was very impressive, not even to her."I hope there's something I can use around here," she muttered as sheturned to continue her browsing.But then Alice noticed a small figurine on the table, surrounded by avariety of other figurines and collectibles. But the one that hadcaught her attention was a small carving of a monkey sitting in thelotus position, which she first thought to be made of black porcelain,but on closer look decided that it had been carved out of some sort ofblack. It wasn't very long before she felt him start to work on her vulva, on the outer lips of her very sex. She gasped again and arched her back involuntarily. Chewie growled at her. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "but I can't help it."Chewie suddenly moved to between her legs. He sat cross legged and grasped her thighs, dragging her towards him so that her bottom was now resting on his ankles, as she was leaning back, it pushed her crotch into the air making it much more easily accessible to him. She.