‘Mr. Big, before I was locked up, I was an accountant and I do believe that by what I accidently overheard, you are being scammed. Whoever is doing ...our taxes is skimming off the top.’ God, I was scared. This man could snap his fingers and I’d be dead. ‘Get your fucking ass over here and tell me what you think. It might save your fucking life.’ I went over and sat on the lower planks. I explained to him what I thought might be happening with the little information I overheard. I had to let him. . it was a hell of a storm out there... but after all the things she was doing... I opened the door and call her out.It was freezing. The rain was so strong that was pinching the skin. She was shaking in my arms. I went on my knees and open her trousers, pulling them down. The sound of the waves was scary. I push her with my hands from her ass towards my mouth to eat her pussy. She press my head agains her. Again, her taste was so good. I tried to look at her, all wet, but I barely could open. She hesitated to broach the subject of the night before so she played along and just ignored the whole thing like it had never happened.The saloon girls were having the time of their life because there were no demands on them for other favors in the cold light of day. They just joined in with everyone else in tending to the chores around the homestead and helping Manuela prepare the evening dinner which suddenly had added places at the dining table.I looked like it might be a reasonably calm. I said yes I know just had a causal relationship with her which did not stay for a long time, I was reminding her about the dance which we performed in the college fest, she was reminding of the basketball matches which she came to see of mine. Thus we were sipping beers smoking and were having casual talks about our old daysI reminded her about her ex calling me and informing me about her marriage, she told me how bastard he was, he just needed sex every time, though his parents have accepted.